I look across
I see a family of nature's beauty,
Parents caring for the young,
Dedicated to instinctive duty.
The white plumage so majestic,
As diligently flying to and fro,
One stays near the babies,
Ready to defend each preying foe.
God gave to these splendid creatures,
Beauty and sense of care for its young,
Why do we see in God's greatest creation,
Parental duties absent or far flung?
God bless the majestic wildlife,
Whose sense of duty is so grand,
And may we see it follow through,
In this creation we call man.
As the birds fly away thus seeking,
Sustenance with which to nourish,
We need to seek God's loving care,
So our lives too will surely flourish.
The hand that created the fowl,
Also created the human fold,
Birds live and pass away,
But we have a lasting soul.
24 January 2006