Who is this little worm, but a mite on my windshield? Wiggling about, such a phenomenon. So small, not more than half a centimeter, but charged with the vigor of an athlete. I thought his tummy must be full of food to have such energy-- and how did he light upon my windshield? Had he been spinning a long strand of web too?
I had a trunk full of groceries. I bought a little extra this time in case I can’t go back soon. The little worm shrugged at me with a blushing of pink all about. He has no care over powerful monopolies of food and such things. He needs no warehouse of goods to sustain him. He feeds in the open air as I plopped my bulk groceries down into a large cart. Alone in the warehouse full of people, no one bothered to look much at the other, all awkward behind masks. He feeds outside of the system I’m in, I mused. He does not envy me nor beg to come in. What more could he need? Little worm, how I'd like to enter yours.
I, inside my car, trying to enjoy a moment beside a lovely lake, but concerned about the cottage cheese and meat in my cooler and concerned that I find a bathroom in due time. I’m caught up in a system chosen for me before I was. Need it always be?
Little worm, may I come into your way? Leave the extra canned goods behind and wander in the ease of your dwellings? The lake was mine for only a few moments, but it is yours your whole life through, though beautifully short and sweet. We try much harder than you to extend ours.
"Get out of the car, get out of the race for the normal and safe", I say to myself. Let the world go on fading and the King take His place. What am I saying? Do I even yet know? I’m only “considering the lilies” and a promise I hold.
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