7/2/2009 8:32 am
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A sparrow sat lonely on a fir tree. The needles of the tree offered no protection against the biting cold wind. Her companions had long gone to the warmer south. With a broken wing she had no option but to wait... how long she did not know.
She held on to a twig that she had picked up before the falling snow covered the ground. It was as though the last proverbial straw. She did not know what she would do with it, but she knew that everything had a purpose.
Nights became longer, colder and darker.She was tempted to just fall like a stone into the snow. But what was she to do with the twig that she had come to trust would eventually lead her to safety. The twig refused to go away from her thoughts and dreams.
... A hunter crept into the clearing, tired, unshaven, hungry and dirty. An assortment of catapults, snares, slings and a rusty rifle jingled along behind him. He stopped and struck a flint...a spark. He looked around for something dry. All the twigs that he could gather were soggy. He broke open a cartridge and poured precious gun-powder on the sodden firewood. The flint was struck again.
A spark flew and the gun-powder burst into flames. But the twigs were wet and would not keep the fire going. Tears filled the eyes of the man as he tried to keep the flame from dying out. He had no more shells or gun-powder. Scenes of a freezing night without a fire flashed before him. A prayer escaped his lips.
A dry twig glided down onto the dying embers and cracked to life. The twig continued to burn till there was a large fire going. In the dancing light he thought he saw a sparrow above his head. Was it an illusion? A sparrow in a cold forest? Suddenly the sparrow dropped like a stone. She was cold, but alive.
... The sparrow dreamt that she was warming herself near a big fire, tucked in a warm blanket. But the warm hand that was caressing her was not a dream. There was life and love flowing into her. Then she closed her eyes and slept, she hadn't slept for a long time. She slept peacefully tucked into the folds of a hunter's coat. The hunter took her home the next morning.
Spring is back. The sparrow is singing once again. The wing has not healed, but she does want it any more. She had found more warmth than all the other sparrows could dream of.
A BROKEN DREAM
A BROKEN WING
A BROKEN TWIG
A BROKEN SHELL
AND GOD'S HAND
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Anamika5
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451 posts 7/3/2009 9:57 am |
Never loose hope and the confidence and hope of the sparrow saved her life and helped the hunter. The moral of this story is loud and clear, never loose hope and miracles can happen , the God's hand is the miracle and help.
Anu your blog's moral is well written, God help those who help themselves.
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730 posts 7/3/2009 12:24 pm |
"Can't Fly With a Broken Wing" was the name of your previous post. Now a more positive approach, Anamika.
After all a wing is not essential when you have found warmth and love. "The wing has not healed, but she does want it any more. She has found more warmth than all the other sparrows could dream of." A great thought!
"The sparrow is singing once again... Spring is back."
I hope Winter is thawing and Spring is back in your life again.
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ayjayef
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28 posts 7/3/2009 10:12 pm |
THANKS FOR A GOOD STORY. YOU ARE RIGHT THAT ONE SHOULD NOT LOOSE HOPE AND KEEP ON TRYING FOR THE BEST ALLWAYS. HOPE YOU TO HAVE SPRING THROUGHOUT THE YEAR.
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1 post 7/3/2009 10:44 pm |
no good story can ever come out ,unless u r good enough yourself, sensitive many are and would be,but sensible alongside ,how many ? i m fortunate,that i found one today,god bless you and ur sensibility.
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