A couple of weeks ago, before we became house bound with rebounding sickness, we had the awesome experience of visiting a 24 hour old colt and his mother and father. The kids and I were enthralled with the beauty of their love and concern for each other.
Even the colt's daddy would nuzzle up his nose to him through the fence, to make sure he was okay(my five kids and I are quite the frazzling crowd at times).
My in-laws have a few guests staying over indefinitely and one of the sweet ladies brought her horses, goats and dog along with her. She also makes glorious goats milk soap!
We so enjoyed the surprise call to come and visit this newborn colt and appreciate the magnificence of God's creation.
I've captioned the pictures of our little adventure with a poem I believe to have been written by a terminally ill girl, looking at life from the perspective of it's end being close at hand.
It's a good perspective to be reminded of, prompted by and spurred on because of.
Have you ever
watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the
fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't last.
Do you run through each day
on the fly?
When you ask how are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
do you lie
in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through
your head?
You'd better
slow down
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is
short..
The music won't
last.
Ever told your
child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your
haste,
Not see
his
sorrow?
Ever lost
touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, 'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..
When you run
so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting
there.
so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry
through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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