Babies dear,
Tiny creatures of God,
What have you to teach me?
Six little ducklings,
With fuzz, not feathers,
Sitting huddled on a log
Under the watchful,
But gentle
Eye of their mother.
They jump in,
Dive awkwardly,
Landing with a splash
And settle to a float,
Moving with each wave.
I understand now.
I see, Lord, what Your love has shown me.
The ducklings huddle
From the coldness of the world
And gather together,
United as one.
When they drift apart,
They try to let the water
Control their direction,
To let it be
Their way of moving.
But they are young yet,
Unwise to the ways of the water,
That their mother knows too well.
And when one happens
To wander too far,
To become alone,
Whether exploring
Or lost,
The mother keeps her focus
On the lost or wandering one.
For of all her children
That is the one in danger
So she lets the others be
With trust in their safety.
It’s amazing to me
To see just how far she lets them go.
She doesn’t go to get the one,
Like a human would
If her infant wandered.
She only has the influence of nature,
Not of sin nor foolishness,
Not of this Earth’s habits,
Only of her instincts,
She only can
Follow her heart.
And sooner or later,
Sometimes with coaxing,
The duckling returns
And tired out from the water,
Huddles on the log with the others.
Age 15
Tiny creatures of God,
What have you to teach me?
Six little ducklings,
With fuzz, not feathers,
Sitting huddled on a log
Under the watchful,
But gentle
Eye of their mother.
They jump in,
Dive awkwardly,
Landing with a splash
And settle to a float,
Moving with each wave.
I understand now.
I see, Lord, what Your love has shown me.
The ducklings huddle
From the coldness of the world
And gather together,
United as one.
When they drift apart,
They try to let the water
Control their direction,
To let it be
Their way of moving.
But they are young yet,
Unwise to the ways of the water,
That their mother knows too well.
And when one happens
To wander too far,
To become alone,
Whether exploring
Or lost,
The mother keeps her focus
On the lost or wandering one.
For of all her children
That is the one in danger
So she lets the others be
With trust in their safety.
It’s amazing to me
To see just how far she lets them go.
She doesn’t go to get the one,
Like a human would
If her infant wandered.
She only has the influence of nature,
Not of sin nor foolishness,
Not of this Earth’s habits,
Only of her instincts,
She only can
Follow her heart.
And sooner or later,
Sometimes with coaxing,
The duckling returns
And tired out from the water,
Huddles on the log with the others.
Age 15