Deepest Wisdom

There was a bird that 
got caught in one of our mouse traps. 
It was one of the glue kind. 

Its wings got ripped up. 
I wanted to save it so bad, 
but I knew it would never have a good life. 
So, I killed it. 

It was only the second animal that I killed. 
I say that because 
I feel bad about doing it, 
but I had no other choice. 

It would never fly again, 
it would never heal. 
Its wings were so mangled by the trap. 

I would have severely hurt it 
by trying to get it out of the trap. 
Severely. 
It would have been torturous. 
I just thought to myself, 
that if I were born to fly, 
and I had no chance of ever flying again, 
I would want to die. 

The thing and I both recognized it right away. 
He looked at me in such a way that 
I'll never forget. 
We both knew, him and I. 
So, I made it quick and painless. 

I won't describe what I did, 
but it was dead within five seconds.   
The proverb in scripture says there's 
a Season to Kill. 

We often don't realize that as humans. 
We want peace and love, 
but sometimes there can be no peace. 
It's the deepest part of morality. 
There's reasons for evil to exist. 

In that circumstance, 
what I did was evil, 
but it was the appropriate time to commit evil. 
Because had I been kind to the bird, 
I would have severely hurt the bird, 
and it would have lived an empty life. 

There was no rescuing it.   

A lot of people decry war, 
but sometimes it's inevitable 
and must be done. 

Sometimes there must be death. 

I wish we'd learn that about Covid. 
Rather than make everyone suffer, 
I wish we'd realize there's a time to allow death to take its natural course.