The swallow’s nest was hidden
Up above the bales of hay
And as I opened up the door 
She quickly swooped away

She thinks it is not possible
That I could be her friend
Though it was I who built this barn
Where each Spring she comes again

And can’t believe her little ones
Are safe when I draw near
Nor knows I listen with a smile
When I their voices hear

Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds
Luke 12:24 NKJV

The Swallows Nest
by Peter Caligiuri
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