Wonders of Nature
Psalm 104:25-31 . . . How many are your works, LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number— living things both large and small. There the ships go to and fro, and Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there. All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time. When you give it to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things. When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust. When you send your Spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the ground. May the glory of the LORD endure forever; may the LORD rejoice in his works.
Quail eggs found in our backyard in early May
Mama quail with some of her newborns
Wonders of Nature
A Poem by Poppie
Mary dear in this world are wonders many
We may understand some, but few if any
By keeping our eyes open as along we go
We soon realize how little we know.
I looked out my window, what did I see
A nuthatch was going head first down the tree
Why should this little fellow be so very odd
And not walk around as other birds trod?
The dear little hummingbird while up in the sky
Will suddenly stop and backwardly fly
This none other of the birds are able to do
It is strange to me, is it also to you?
The falcon flies at one hundred miles or more
While majestic eagles just soar and soar
Woodpeckers in the trees will their acorns save
While sandpipers to eat just follow the wave.
The dwarf oak may only be twelve inches high
Where the majestic Sequoia almost touches the sky
You gaze with wonder at the giant tree fern
Then marvel at maiden hair in a small urn.
The bee protects itself with its little sting
Where the lovely swan will just use its wing
The dog uses its teeth, the cat its claws
Don’t you think they are strange, our nature’s laws.
These few verses have only a few things told
If you are really observing, God’s world will unfold
Many wonders of nature to bring joy untold
Then you need have no fear to finally grow old.
With apology to my little poet Mary.
Poppie
Picture of Edward’s daughter, Helen Bragg, and her husband, Arthur Bragg, at Hilltop Farm where they lived after Edward died. They were the parents of Helen and Mary Bragg pictured in the photo above with their grandfather, Poppie.