Untitled Beetles
for Patterson
I too believe that beetles speak from longing
loved by a God that never speaks to them
that after looking around for somebody
else to do the work finally it's up to them
the beetle people the beetle poets
to examine the record very carefully
for the ones closest to the inner bark
and listen for the scratches near its heart
scrying and carving a message no one else can hear
except you and me and the little kid over there
also loved by a God that won't clean up his mess
this one encouragement is our commonality
as we see small souls gathered in all their places
under the sky in the trees standing in the wind
that after looking around for somebody
else to do the work finally it's up to them
the beetle people the beetle poets
to examine the record very carefully
for the ones closest to the inner bark
and listen for the scratches near its heart
scrying and carving a message no one else can hear
except you and me and the little kid over there
also loved by a God that won't clean up his mess
this one encouragement is our commonality
as we see small souls gathered in all their places
under the sky in the trees standing in the wind
Like the beetle poets!
ReplyDeletelovely, Rob
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeletewith a love like that, you know you should be glad
ReplyDelete...you know it's up to you. I think it's only fair.
DeleteThank you all for listening! :)
ReplyDeleteBeetles, queens of the world.
ReplyDeleteI love them, Sue.
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