I prayed to my best love,
To tell me what to do,
So that I need not hurt,
A little creature true ,
Something I have to do,
Will that mouse my wire chew?
I worry as I lay in bed,
What will I do instead?
A refuse can, I filled with seed,
And sure enough, it ran into it with speed,
On my flower seeds to feed,
I turned the can, most quick up indeed,
To the garden I did go,
Instead of seed, a mouse would sow
It sat and looked at me,
As sweet as any flower it could be,
Such is my garden house and soul,
All sweet things, I welcome whole,
Of weeds I’ve never known,
That God has ever sown.
©22/03/2009
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Man didn't cared for the Mastodont...what make you expect that man will care for a little mouse?
My cynical I, tells me that as long as killing a creature for money, sport or pleasure is accepted by the "majority" we can tell from now on how many species will be extinct for year.
First we had small fish boats with small fishnets, now we have leviathan size fish boat with enormous fish nets taking everything from the sea bottom, fish, corals, and any life living there.
Once the fish is gone, the seals will be gone, and the polar bear, and the birds living of the seas...you get the picture? they don't
Georg
I think your choice was commendable, my friend. So many today don't even seem to comprehend that we all have a choice between compassion and cruelty regarding all of God's creatures.
I once had a mouse in the house that sat terrified on a basement step, while several of my cats were just below. I scooped him up and put him back outside. He now lives merrily in my garden, and he likes to help himself to a tomato or two. But he's never tried to come back in the house again.
Compassion over Cruelty is really much easier than most even comprehend.
With Love,
Cindy
Such a delicate touch here and a kind, understanding heart bursts through. Thank you for this poem and its experience.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Very kindhearted you are!
In Spirit,
Bear