Sparrows

I awoke from a dream.
I was flying home.
The wind wailed on my wings, and my strength was waning.
And I knew wherefrom rescue would come, but I scarcely called.
Then the sun's rays fell upon me there.
Raining, reigning...(and to the ground) a sobering descent.
From the dust I'm sure my voice was heard on desolate heights, weeping (Jeremiah 3:21).
"Break up your fallow groundand do not sow among thorns" (Jeremiah 4:3).
"You shall call me, "My Father," and not turn away from me" (Jeremiah 3:19).
As my Father has cared for me to this end (Matthew 10:29-31),
how much more will He care for you?
O Israel, return (Jeremiah 3&4).