
The Fragility of Life by David Hadley
Reaching out a tentative
and hesitating finger
touching pulsing undulation
and there feeling the warmth
feel the heat of living flesh
both so solid
and too fragile
underneath the pressure
of a single finger.
As the hand touches
and the life moves underneath
towards the sudden realization
of the fragility of life
how tentative is the grip
on this living world,
and how easily this world
lets us go, to fall to the ground,
leaving us becoming the forgotten.
Found a baby sparrow on Thursday, in a box, with its dead sibling, hunched together, seeking heat and comfort and security, against a world that turned its back on the weak. What is the right course of action? Do we let nature take its course and eliminate the weak, or do we step up and make a change in any way that we can? I choose life over death, a helping hand over a blind eye. Is there reward in doing things that offer no tangible benefits to us? The answer is a resounding YES! As I watch baby Xena get stronger each day, her feathers grow, and her steps become more confident, I feel abundant happiness and joy. This is my baby, and she's getting ready to make her debut into a whole new world. Sometimes all we ever need is a helping hand during our darkest hours, a little hope and light to show us that the world is not such a scary lonely place after all.
