Creation’s Travail

By Ken Blue
December 18th, 2008. Filed under: Poems.



By Ken Blue


“For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.” Romans 8:22


A little worm emerged to see what he could see, but he overlooked the Robin setting high up in a tree.


The Robins swoop was fatal, with aim that was exact. But, in his satisfaction, he ignored the neighbor’s cat.


The cat’s stealth was lethal, with speed no eye could see. Only feathers remained; the Robin was history.


The Rottweiler hated that cat; it long had eluded him, but now he had it by the neck and shook it limb to limb.


An angry neighbor shot the dog; the police took him away. He spent some time in jail, with a hefty fine to pay.


It all started with a look, to see what he could see, and ends with the travail that plagues you and me.

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2 Responses to Creation’s Travail

  1. B.E. Hughes (Barb)

    Cute poem… That’s what the early bird gets!

    (oops! It’s not yet 4 am here, and I am the early bird today! Maybe I should watch for the birdie!)

  2. Joyce Aarness

    Thank you for posting this poem. It is so true that most sins start with a “look.”

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