|* 13 April 1939 † 30 August 2013|
Jesus and the Sparrows
from the eighth century Irish
When Jesus, son of living God,
Was still a child, five years of age,
He played in twelve small water puddles
That he blessed and fenced around with clay.
And Jesus made twelve little bird-shapes –
The ones called passeres;
Out of the smooth clay he modelled
Twelve sparrows on a Sabbath day.
Then comes a Jew who cautions Jesus,
Son of the almighty God,
And takes him by the hand to Joseph,
To have him chide his foster child.
“Give your son a scolding, Joseph,
Caution him for his misdeeds.
On the Sabbath he has fashioned
Clay images of birds.”
Then Jesus claps his hands together.
They hear his child-voice give a shout.
Before their eyes the prince of graces
Scares a flock of sparrows up.
They hear him speak the clear small words.
The pure lips of Jesus move:
“So that you may know who made you
Fly home now. Away! Be off!”
A witness spread the news: a story
Everybody marvelled at.
They listened and could hear distinctly
The little cries of birds in flight.
|Мирослав Б. Душанић|