I am visiting Nairobi for a short stint. After morning devotion I took a walk around the refreshing grounds of the Mennonite guest house, and up in the flowering trees flew two song birds that were after good things -- and too a poem came.
We Are What We Eat
Vultures are of the most ugliest of all creatures - this is surely fitting.
They eat the carcasses of rotting and dead things;
these, the notorious scavengers circling the air above African plains.
Yet how fitting that beautiful song birds drink the nectar of equally beautiful flowers.
Their plumage reflects the masterful image of their source of nourishment.
creative colors abound and delight the eye.
Are we therefore creatures that conform to surroundings? May I be wise in mine.
I believe,and so it would appear, nature is surely speaking wisdom here.
Lord may I draw life from You, the most - beyond words of description - glorious everythihng that creation can know & love, and live on.
