They were talking about turtles on the news. Something like 9 months of fussing and many of the rescued ones never survived despite all the work so many did, and all the miles they were brought for care, but 8 are now paddling along free again - their health restored. I often think of how amazing it is that Jesus would have willingly died on the cross even if just you or me . . . even if we were the only ones He managed to save. He loves us that much. It was lingering in my heart and soul, thoughts of His love, when the turtle story aired. This poem was the result:
Ripples
Wounded at sea
Captured
A long road to recovery
So many lost
Survivor swims free
What’s the difference?
Ah, if a turtle could talk . . .
by Martha L Shaw - © 6-18-2013

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