I walked beside the valley gorge,
As it flowed along to the sea;
What sights I saw along my way,
Every one of them was free.
The wonder of Paradise Falls,
Over rocks on the mountain high;
A hawk being chased by sparrows,
I can still hear its fearful cry.
A bear cub in a glade alone,
Feeding on berries without fear;
But as soon as I got too close,
Mother let me know she was near.
A great bull moose up on a ridge,
Was bellowing its mating call;
Its mate below was looking up,
Maybe praying he would not fall.
I walked down the river a bit,
Then came upon a beaver damn;
Stood by a tree to watch them work,
They cut and built like they had a plan.
A fisher cat was stalking them,
As they hurried about their work;
But little did they realize,
That danger in the grass did lurk.
The fisher cat is a cunning beast,
It pounces on prey without warning;
Quiet and vicious in its approach,
That beaver never saw it coming.
With claws like that of an eagle,
It slashed at that poor creatures back;
Fur and gore flew everywhere,
A quick end was made of that attack.
I just couldn’t watch anymore,
Though I knew it was nature’s way;
Of keeping all things in balance,
And the stronger prevailed today.
I moved on down the trail again,
And spotted a fawn in a field;
Being nursed by the mother deer,
Her loving warm milk did she yield.
All the compassion that she showed,
It was such a glaring contrast;
From the scene a quarter mile back,
I couldn’t help but look up and ask.
“My Lord, is there a lesson here?
Never mind, I know what to say;
Given a choice between these two,
Peace and love is the better way.
Thank You Lord, for this message,
Sent during our time of need;
Violence is not the way,
I pray Your warning we’ll heed.
What’s that You are asking me, Lord
Yes, I promise I’ll pass this along;
For the sake of my fellow man,
I’ll witness to all, right from wrong.”
May peace and love ever be with you.
June 7, 2007
at Lost River Gorge, No. Woodstock, NH
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