There once was a peacock named Ralph

There once was a peacock named Ralph

Who lucked out by living in a house

The person he kept was a girl named Dyann

Although not a dog she still had a plan

She came to her folks and asked for a leash

When they asked “Why?” she simply said “Please.”

Next thing they know she walks Ralph out the door

Insistent her bird would walk next to her

Try as she may her bird would not bark

It’s not like their destination was the Ark

After a day on the sidewalk they came in to bed

Ralph, as usual, laid on her pillow his head

Day after day the scene would repeat

When Dad looked at Ralph all he saw was fresh meat

Dyann kept her bird till death did them part

There’s still a peacock-shaped hole inside of her heart

Many years later Dyann draws for work

Along comes an offer that feels like a perk

“I have a job,” a great writer would post

“I wish from the heart one will give their most”

Dyann can’t believe, as she reads of this plan

“I’ve always wanted this. I know that I can.”

The job calls for one who will illustrate

The story of Noah and his pets with their mates

Her heart does a flutter as she sends an email

She longs for the Ark and all it entails

This story is what first drew her to God

She prays to Him now in hopes of a nod

More than a week later an offer is made

By this great writer whose first name is Wade

They’re now working out the pictures with poem

To make sure this book app finds many homes

One day Wade sees there’s still time on the clock

So he turns a termite into a peacock

Dyann has to laugh as she works this all out

It’s at this point she tells Wade about Ralph

Wade, too, laughs, but falls short of a sing

It’s very obvious how this is all a God thing

The future’s out there to see where this goes

All the people this impacts God only knows

Please pray for us as we work the details

We’re working by phone, prayers and emails

The ultimate goal is to give God the glory

This is after all His timeless love story

The work done by Jesus is laid out for all

To see His sacrifice to keep them from hell

We long to see His kingdom expand

I know from my heart that’s always His plan

I ask you once more to join us in prayer

This project is for all of us together

Keep smiling.   Wade

I’m a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God’s idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.

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4 thoughts on “There once was a peacock named Ralph

    • The best part about his story is that it’s all true. I changed some lines of my poem when I realized a termite chewing through a wall would be nearly impossible to draw. So I changed it to a peacock strutting, instead. Dyann told me about her pet peacock who rested his head on her pillow as he roosted on her headboard and how she tried to walk him on a leash. I just had to share that somehow. I appreciate all the prayer support we can get.

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