In the grand tapestry of existence, a myriad of creatures take their stage, each living according to the dictates of nature and the design of the Lord. In the cloistered crags and cliffs, the wild goats, defying the laws of gravity, find their domain. When the time comes, these wild creatures bring forth their young, the soft bleating of newborn kids echoing through the air. In similar fashion, the hinds do calve, their fawns gaining strength, growing gracefully under the watchful gaze of their mothers.
What of their lifecycle, their habits? Can a mortal encompass the breadth of their life cycle? They grow, they venture into the open field, only to return not, beginning their own journey in the grand circle of life.
The wild and swift ass, too, have their place in the grand scheme, their home within the wilderness and the vast expanses of salt lands. Shunning the cacophony of city life – the tumultuous holler of the crowd, the frantic shouts of the driver – they find solace in the serenity of the mountains, the green pastures their buffet, sated by nature’s bounty.
Consider the wild-ox, majestic and unyielding. Would such a creature deign to serve you? Could it be coaxed to linger by your crib? Its strength is great, a testament to the power of creation. But to entrust your labor, your livelihood, to such a beast might invite disappointment, for the wild-ox is not created to serve but to live in untamed majesty.
Are not the ostrich’s wings a sight to behold, a true spectacle of nature’s majesty? Yet, such plumage serves not the dictates of love but survival alone. Ostriches lay their eggs upon the earth, warming them in the dust, seemingly oblivious to the perils around. The predatory foot may crush, the wild beast may trample, yet such threats do not stir fear in the ostrich.
The horse, in its might and glory, manifests a different facet of God’s creativity. With a neck sheathed by a quivering mane, it tramples the ground with glee, its strength and courage evident in the thunderous gallops. There is no fear, no distress, just the joy of liberty and the thrill of the impending battle. With the trumpet’s call, he dashes towards the fray, unafraid of the clattering of arrows or the gleaming spear. His glory is his courage, his honor, his fearlessness.
Turn your eyes to the sky, where the hawk soars, wings stretched towards the south. Or the magnificent eagle, its nest high upon a cliff, its sharp eyes scouring the landscape for prey from its lofty perch. The young ones, feed on the blood of the slain. Such is the way of nature, the design of the Lord, the grand cosmic performance etched in creation.
All of these spectacular creatures, each with their unique habits, strengths, and challenges, are a testament to the grandeur of God’s creation. They each play their part in the intricate dance of life, orchestrated by the divine hand, living testament to the boundless complexity and beauty of the world. They serve as a reminder of the divine order and wisdom that governs the world, a wisdom beyond human understanding, a wisdom that we, as humble characters in this divine play, should respect and revere.
