Sunday, November 09, 2008


Like a duckling with its mother
May I always follow you.
You will keep me safe and growing
As I paddle close to you.

I don't concern myself with things too lofty or too marvelous for me.
Instead, I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother.
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

--Psalm 131:1b-2

Photo and poem ©2008 James L. Swindle

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