by: Shirley Satterfield
The Smallest Creature of God 🐿
There’s a chorus of insects and birds
Singing at me this morning,
As a squirrel does a little whirly dance up a tree.
Quickly, quickly he moves
As the things of nature set me free.
Free to rejoice.
Free to give voice
To the smallest creatures of God.
And don’t you see
That smallness is the key?
I am the smallest creature of God.
I am a nurturing she.