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HOW A SMALL BROWN DUCK OVERCAME THE WORLD
Petina's Eye Was On Mine From Earthly Beginning To New Beginning With Christ. She Was My Little Powder Puff.
There was nowhere left, on her frail dying body that was holy, except for her eyes. While her body was ravaged and defeated in this world, her eyes were victorious in innocence and love, that many would never know, either in this life, or the one to follow. There, the fathomless depth of love, the place where God revealed himself was in her little brown duck's eye, that seemed to form and reform a tear drop, that never fell, as she died. I said to Father, "If you are going to take her now, then can you do it without pain?" I was told by a holy angel of God, to trust in this ... As her eyes grew increasingly distant, I saw in their depths, another world, a world more lovely and holy to come. I said, "If she is not in heaven, when I get there Father, then let me not go there." Since I could not imagine a heaven without her. Then, as her time came near, I knew that she saw what I did not. I whispered, "Are the holy angels come to collect her now?" Then my prayers for her gentle death were answered ...
Petina left this world early, God's gift to Himself, shedding her small frail body like a light cloth, a duck shedding her wings, that were no longer needed to fly, a snow goose shedding her flight, that would no longer battle against the midnight blizzard, a blizzard shedding its pelting ice, before the first sun of an arctic spring. In her death, was the end of a worldly dream, as if awakening from a long hibernation. I sat beside her for some time, following her momentous departure, unable to move myself away, from the depth and holiness of God Almighty, revealed in her small brown eye. There was nothing wrong or evil or sinful within the gaze. Her eye was glassy and wide, as wide as a valley formed by ice, as restful as a wind moving along the tree tops, as majestic as the mountains that bordered it, as holy as the one who created her, for His own pleasure and He to love her, just as I would now, to love her forever. She was gone, but I knew not as yet, how far that journey was, only I knew the ones who held her now, safe beneath the loving wing of their eternal protection.
For The Last Two Weeks Of Her Short Life On Earth, Petina's Eyes Stayed On Mine And Mine On Hers.
And while I grieved for her short little life, in a prison of suffering, pain and death, I saw her birth and her life and her death as all victorious, since there was nothing wrong with Petina, no sin or pain or evil had touched her and it could not touch her now. She was a small brown and cream duck, who knew no evil, had no enemy and who never told a lie. She waddled and swam and held her own, with a taste for black flies and for the feathers of a crippled drake named Bubba, who was her friend. She was a duck who built a nest in the cupboard, make from her own feathers, but who remained without young, who noodled through the mud by day and who slept in a stone cottage at night and who her dipped her gentle beak into a pool, beside her mother named Chubbs, who would outlive her, as the sunlight reflected upon that water and in the golden droplets that formed upon their backs. She was a duck who made lightning speed to a refrigerator door opening, who loved to eat above all else and when the day of 'duck doings' was done, she was a duck who would come home, to rest, in her temporary earthly home, waddling though the broken door, tucked away inside with us, safe from pythons and dingoes. She was my little powder puff.
In this life, she passed by a world unnoticed in under one year, like a dandelion seed afloat in a hidden valley, as it journeyed for kilometres, to an unknown destination, unseen by the human eye. In her death, Petina was a small brown and cream duck, who was loved incredibly and by so many, was she loved in heaven, so that her passing from this life felt like an applause, and it was through her death, that she entered into endless victory, that as an imperfect Christian, I was only beginning to understand. She went bravely before me, as she pathed the way home. There was no separation now, between Petina and Christ, his spirit holding hers forever and ever. Hers was now a greater world, than the world of grief and sorrow, that I still lived in. Her life did not end here, in degradation and imperfection and so it was in faith and trust, that my last words to her were, "Where you have gone, I will follow." "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." [1 Corinthians 15:55-57, The Holy Bible, KJV] "I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction:" [Hosea 13:14, The Holy Bible, KJV]Jesus overcame the world, when he did his great work on the cross at Calvary. Now all whom he loves and who love him in return, by his Holy Spirit, will do the same.
As Her Eyes Grew Increasingly Distant, I Saw In Their Depths Another World, More Lovely And Holy To Come. |
