and it finally found its way into my home. While it is small, it is not a book to hurry through. There are some nights that I only get through one poem, and that one poem will not let go of me.One such poem is this one. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do...
Watchers
—Luci Shaw, Harvesting Fog, p. 26
Behold the fleck of ant
bearing with diligence his large
load of crumb down the long
mile of floorboard.
If, by observation, we become
part of an insect's life, is he
aware of us? What thread of vision
links antic and observant?
What false criterion of size?
And who is it who, watching us,
whispers Watch for Who it is
Who watches you?
1 comments:
"And who is it who, watching us,
whispers Watch for Who it is
Who watches you?"
I love this line, Suzi. The God who watches over us, whispers to us, to watch for Him. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.
-Angie
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