A SOFT BREEZE WHISPERS THROUGH PALOUSE WHEAT COUNTRY IN WASINGTON STATE. IT IS JOINED BY THE LULLABY OF A SINGLE SONG BIRD PERCHED IN A TREE AT THIS ABANDONED FARM. AS I LISTEN I THINK OF A PASSAGE FROM THE GOSPEL OF MATTHEW, HOW A SPARROW CAN'T FALL TO THE GROUND WITHOUT GOD KNOWING IT. I BELIEVE JESUS SEES THE BIRD AND ME STANDING NEAR IT. THE CONCERT LASTS A MINUTE
