In the snowy morn
All alone and forlorn
Stood a beauty of creation
Amid the falling precipitation
.
The last storm of the season
With drifting snow so unpleasing.
The gentle buck looking for food
Awaits his mate in a hopeful mood.
Awaiting the return of spring
When new green growth it will bring.
They have weathered the cold of winter
And dreamed of plentiful splendor.
Soon his doe will birth a fawn
On some peaceful warmer dawn.
The glow of her eyes will express
The pride of new birth and happiness.
They had survived the hunters blast
And peace would be arriving at last.
A lush forest would soon appear
And shelter creation’s beautiful deer.
Such graceful and agile creatures
With such awesome and daunting features.
Roam the woodland as their home
And would sooner be left alone.
To grow old and raise their family
Among the forest dense with trees
.
Majestic in beauty and in strength
As OUR CREATOR gave them the instinct.
Written by Shirley Barr
March 24, 2006
All Rights Reserved
Isaiah 35: 6
Then shall the lame man leap as an hart,
and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the
wilderness, shall waters break out, and
streams in the desert |
