‘Go to the ant thou sluggard,’ He said

At the Pet Sanctuary we met Hedgehog with soulful eyes (tattoos belong to Guide).

*Hedge hogs are camera shy, did you know???*

*he curls into this* 💜 *with Alpha skills at enduring camera lens!*

Silver peasant– the male is way more “Dude” than missus. She is”plain” for camouflage against predators as she tends their young. Male boy is cuter – so he can distract roving evil eye, often even giving his life for her & their babies.

…later we are told the handsome iguana has whiplash tail that can break bones.

*Maya*– rescued with her mate from local street. Someone let their horses go?

Sir Guinea Pig. (Global Pharma/Cosmetics and Psych Labs: why endanger these beauties?)

*..every chitter said the same thing, that we humans saw too little of the Creator in all our doings/ undoing;*

“*What can I say?”* I asked Sir Guinea. “**God is good,**“he replied. “*Eden to here, He’s good all the time. Wish you could see it from my centimeters. Y’all too tall.*“

Outside Prani Pet Sanctuary, ‘*long necked rushes’* we took home👇🏼

Everything reminds me of the Matrix of Things hidden from human reasoning;
of a Single Hand that meshes all Species in one stroke.

🌿

Every piece of Light and Thought, all War & Crime,

Evil itself reflects what it opposes. Violence turns our eye on Peace, Hate drives hard a case on Love, Disbelief singularily champions a running away from Belief 👉🏼in the very Thing all Creation points to.

When we go out into a universe full of Footprints of the Unknown,

It stares us in the face – this Oneness written into all Living Features:

patterns of Interaction, of Bonding or not, of Phonetic / other Exchanges between the bars of Cages and Pens

things we are not prepared for, things that happen when a rabbit and turkey, gosling or rescued pony meet your whisper, with a sound that can only be described as the Language of Creation~

in syllables that connect us all in one shared Room called Planet Earth;

each of us with unique fingerprints and more ‘unique’ we haven’t even begun to know,

🌷🦓🦗🍂

every eye and tongue of us flora, fauna and homo sapien: inimitable, no matter the sophistication of stem cell theories and other.

The older I get the more gawk-eyed I am, about how little we care about where we’re headed after we leave all this-

that world beyond what human iris can now see,

**Divine Dad please lead me** (pic with Noe& our visually challenged son)

*Fish*! Our home slowly turns into an aquarium. Since this pic, we have four more bowls and tails and snout gazing at us in speechless knowledge I envy.

“I lay hold of that for which Christ laid hold of me...” Philippians 3:12.

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4 thoughts on “‘Go to the ant thou sluggard,’ He said”

Beautiful and moving!

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Innerdialects says:

15th Feb 2022 at 12.30

Thank you my dear friend Lew, and how are you both doing?🌷

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1. literarylew says:
  
  15th Feb 2022 at 12.30
  
  We are doing fine; but we are losing the battle againt aging! I used to get your post via email. I’ll have to check and see if my settings have changed. Miss you.
  
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