Four Ducks....

Four ducks were in the Park one day, Their colours quite unique, Like patchwork quilts that flew my way, When life was looking bleak... As if reminders of God's grace, Who fashioned one by one, To be more than a pretty face, Eyes twinkling in the sun... From every angle that I saw A different spectacle, Variety not to ignore, For each looked beautiful... A polar bear looks white, white, white, A panther looks so black, Yet these four ducks were pure delight, No blessing seemed to lack... Variety sets each apart, Identifies us all, As if each one's a work of art, A precious miracle... Four ducks helped me to change my mind, God's truly blessed this Earth, Don't be surprised if you should find, Perhaps, we, too, have worth... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2015. Poem based on 4 magnificent wildlife paintings, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.