They flutter back and forth from the depths of the forsythia;
Two sparrows, fussy and determined.
They are indistinguished from other sparrows, two of millions.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will.”
I am indistinguished from other women; one of billions. And I cannot fall to the ground apart from my Father’s will.
“Do not fear, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”