Hitting hard against the concrete wall, the pepper-winged body fell … and it broke my heart. I was afraid of its death and more its pain. In stillness and perverse serenity, I saw his eyes open to meet mine. I reached, gathering his wings which were stretched in a broken pattern, and I felt his life in my hands. Perhaps in a daze but present, he seemed to listen as I spoke to comfort imagined distress. I had no plan. If he were to die, it would be so and I was saddened to know this truth. I placed him near a bush and breathed deeply, prayer-like, and hoped he would awaken and return to flight and glory. His pain changed me… I -the Raven.
Luke 12: 22-24.