Friday, February 10, 2012

Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God - 

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving grains of the

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

Mary Oliver
Photo:  Peter Bowers