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.
Mathew 6: 25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or
about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than
food, and the body more than clothes…….
