Don’t push me from the nest
Where all is safe and sound,
For then I’ll plummet
Towards the hard, stone ground.

I’ll dash against the rocks.
I’ll be a crumpled mess,
And thus I cling and hold,
Refusing Thy request.

I feel a rush of wind,
As from the nest I fall,
Tremulously trusting
That Thou would’st hear my call.

Thy mighty wings outspread
Beneath this weak fledgling,
Thus the fragile rises;
Soars; begins to sing.


~Jenny Daniel