Most everyone has seen a peacock,
Strutting around, head high, tail on display,
Bragging about how manly and virile he is;
Putting on an extravagant show.
Then, there's the peahen.
She is quiet and doesn't show off,
But even though her colors are drabber,
She has an understated elegance.
Her mate, the peacock, is all show,
And not that graceful either.
Where did all that pride come from?
True, he is beautiful,
But what difference does that make?
In the end, all he does is strut, while
His quiet, hard-working mate builds the nest,
Raises the eggs, half starves herself sitting on the nest,
And does almost all the work.
So, if you have a tendency to be proud as a peacock,
Think about Mrs. Peahen,
And how much more beautiful she is.
Ah, peacocks.
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This was really good; I liked
This was really good; I liked this, especially the last 3 lines.
“You are doing something great with your life—when you are doing all the small things with His great love.” - Ann Voskamp
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Awww, I love your poetry so much. This is a beautiful reminder and ah, just the best!!!
“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.
Ugh, this is so good. And
Ugh, this is so good. And convicting. And true. And...all the things. I needed this reminder.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.