Lost
(by Janet Munson)
Paddling but going nowhere.
Quacking urgently while spinning round and round.
A distressed lonely calling… no replies.
This describes a young merganser
we observed near the shore of Lake Huron
from our cottage deck in July.
How could WE be of help?
Where would WE find his family?
How even then would WE re-unite them?
Many minutes later
emerging slowly down-the-shoreline
came the muted, then distinct
sounds of quacking
as his family paddled toward him,
finally greeting; necks entwined
proceeding on their journey.
(by Janet Munson)
Paddling but going nowhere.
Quacking urgently while spinning round and round.
A distressed lonely calling… no replies.
This describes a young merganser
we observed near the shore of Lake Huron
from our cottage deck in July.
How could WE be of help?
Where would WE find his family?
How even then would WE re-unite them?
Many minutes later
emerging slowly down-the-shoreline
came the muted, then distinct
sounds of quacking
as his family paddled toward him,
finally greeting; necks entwined
proceeding on their journey.
Prayer: Unike the lost and lonely duck on Lake Huron last summer, may we patiently wait when lost; confident of Your return to our midst. Amen.
Janet Munson
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