The Unicorn

The unicorn’s a creature;
In God’s Word, I read today.
I wonder what their purpose was,
and why they didn’t stay.

I’ll take a guess and from my thoughts,
its shape was very clear;
Of what their purpose really was,
and why they are not here.

Beautifully, its form was made,
that often took a stance;
As if to touch the heavens
as it spoke to Him in dance.

They must have been enchanting;
For none could quite compare.
Few believe they ever lived,
while others wouldn’t dare.

They were given for a reason;
A creation, out of love.
But leave it to mankind to change
its purpose from above.

They had no magic powers
to be worshiped and adored.
Just another of God’s creatures
that we thought was something more.

Apparently they did exist,
though proof was never found.
For in His love–His greatest gift;
They were not earthly bound.

The horn that sat upon their head
to point the way so clear,
reminds us all that heaven
is the reason they’re not here.

© Cheryl Taul
March 3, 1995