PONDERINGS FROM MY BATHTUB
Sheri L. Aguillon email@example.com
I was enjoying my morning
when a tiny spider crossed my path
he had ran so fast past the water's edge
then stood as if frozen on the window ledge
How fascinating this
creature is now
as he works vigorously to clean his brow
does he chose to make his body clean
or has he been programmed by One unseen?
I wash as well behind my
as I've done for so many years
But I clean because I chose
I still have a choice and can refuse
There's more Jehovah gave
things that ol' spider couldn't see
For I have ability to worship & love
The laws and qualities from our God above
And I can plan for future
In a way that brings to my creator praise
Can this tiny insect really think?
Does he know he'll be gone in just a blink?
Does he look at all Jehovah has made?
Has he thanked him - has he ever prayed?
Or does he not continue to
what only instinct can perceive
For he goes from task to task
with never a thought nor a question to ask
For he was created with a
design in mind
to adorn the earth and serve mankind
and then to end his short life
without any worry or anxious strife
As I let the water drain
from the tub
my attention was turned to Beelzabub
For he could care less of the spider's plight
It's MY heart he'd love to incite
Will I fight his ever
or will my conscience become dull?
If so, like the spider who was born to die
In time, oh how swiftly - so will I!
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