By Mary Aris

Looking out the kitchen window this Eve,As I washed the dirty dishes I sawA wee robin perched high upon a branch of an apple tree.Standing there I watched in total awe.

The robin fed it's hungry young ones,Chirping hungrily upon the nest on queue.And as I stood watching in my kitchenI couldn't think of a lovelier view.

As I dried my dishes with my clothI pondered how God in His infinite wisdomMade such a wondrous bird sans flaws.Yet man has the sinew to shoot it with a gun.

Like the Mother robin upon that apple tree,Life is a wholesome gift that God gave you and me.

Mary Aris ©2010

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