Like eagles in the cliffs,
I slept in the arms of my God.
Like sparrows in its nests,
I chattered in the presence of my God.
Like a wounded dove,
I shivered in his presence and wept bitterly
until I had no tears.
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-sparrows-in-the-nest/
