Originally written May 12, 2019. #108.

The ducks that nest and swim upon the pond
Don’t think about the source of daily bread.
They hunt and peck and search the ground instead.
They do not think of what goes on beyond
Their own immediate instincts and needs:
The fish and grain for food, the reeds for nests.
At daybreak they arise; at night they rest.
It is on daily manna that they feed.
And we, who cast our bread upon the waves,
And watch the fish and ducks eat to their fill,
Can, in that moment, cease work to be still
And see the workings of the one who saves:
That it’s his work that earns the bread we eat;
That every earthly need our God will meet.

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