When Aslan Carried a Bird

Aslan scooped a bird from the nest  

With warm arms, not loaded like guns

Su much, not roaring like engines

Quiet like a treacle coloured mane

might sound against the brambles of

Teething sharks in the night.

He was treading brave

Determined and steady

He did not ask for

Reward

Or a prize

There was no pride

There was no challenge

No conquest

Only softly the beating heart

Only a pure gentleness

Of Loving

And encased in quivering

Feathers because of that

A heart could still survive.