The Sparrows

A song for those who feel invisible.

“The soaring bird amazes, but the wounded sparrow evokes an intimate, deeper, more resonant tone within our souls.”

Rabbi Steve Leder

I've been fascinated by birds since I was a child.

I loved watching them gather at the bird feeders and seek refuge in the charming cedar houses my mom thoughtfully scattered throughout our backyard. I found comfort in their presence and delighted in hearing their cheerful melodies.

My affinity for birds has only grown over the years, resulting in an eclectic collection of bird art that brings a sense of peace to nearly every room in our home. Our backyard resembles that from my childhood, with birdhouses affixed to the trees and a large tower of suet and seed for our feathered friends to enjoy.

On days that feel heavier, I settle into the loveseat on our back porch with a warm cup of tea and watch the birds. The cardinals always linger longer, as I believe they are my deceased loved ones who wish to remain nearby, if only to sing me a familiar lullaby. I often imagine taking shelter under their wings and flying away through the soft, pillowy clouds.

And then there are the petite sparrows, which draw less attention than the mesmerizing cardinals, but they are never overlooked in my eyes. When I see one, I can’t help but think of the hymn, “His Eye Is On the Sparrow,” whose poetic words pull at my heartstrings and remind me that God is watching over all of us, even those who feel invisible at times.

I have felt small and forgotten like a sparrow many times throughout my life, but no amount of camouflage can hide me from God. He finds me behind the rotating masks and notices when my wings appear tired. He sits beside me on the ground and listens intently to every note of my melancholy tune, never once demanding that I straighten my feathers. He focuses His gaze on the bruised areas and refuses to leave, for there is no place He’d rather be than by my side.

So, when I wonder if God notices my pain, I think of the sparrows hidden among the brown leaves. God sees them even when they convince themselves they are skillfully disguised. God seeks out each and every one of us, pulling back the heavy branches and peering inside the hollowed-out logs. Without fail, He finds us every time because our sorrows matter to Him.

God never promised a life without trials, but He did promise I would never be alone. And He has kept that promise.

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Many artists have sung “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” over the years, but none have held a candle to this version by Lauryn Hill and Tanya Blount. Enjoy!