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Preditors

The kittens were being devoured by coyotes.

Brought the last four to safety and love.

The neighbors wild duck

Hatched thirteen precious ducklings.

The kittens hunted them, endlessly.

 

God created them all.

They are  each precious in His sight.

Can one be sacred, the other profane?

God loves all aspects of each of their behaviors.

Gives me confidence, He can love mine.

 

"Creation is the primary and most perfect revelation of the divine."

~Thomas Aquinas

 

"God remains in immediate sustaining attentiveness to everything that exists, precisely in its 'thisness'."

~John Duns Scotos

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