A Children's Poem
The little bird who wanted to fly
Was really not ready, but wanted to try.
He fluttered his wings, but quickly he found
That he could not fly, and he fell to the ground.
He needed to grow some and strengthen his wings.
Before he could soar he should learn many things.
It isn't a good thing to strike out too soon.
Without good wisdom his life he could ruin.
So he decided that first he would sing.
If he did well, maybe strength it would bring.
He hopped and he sang, yet for flying he yearned.
But only with time little bird skills are learned.
Then one day suddenly he found he could fly.
He flew up excitedly high in the sky.
There were so many places he wanted to see,
So he flew and he flew, 'cause he felt fancy-free.
But he got too tired that very first day.
Even his feathers were blown all a-fray.
He did not think about needing to rest,
And wore himself out in his first flying test.
He simply could not in a hurry grow
And learn all the things that little birds know.
He found he could not on his very first try
Soar to great heights and master the sky.
So he decided that patience was needed
And learning from others, their lessons he heeded.
He would go slower and more careful be.
"This would be better and wiser," said he!
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your
own understanding..."
Proverbs 3:5 NKJ
© 2004 Arlene Schwartzkopf