We Holy Fools
We holy fools who find perfection
In the thread-thin eight legs of a spider
Who has ventured onto our work space
Realized he was in danger and now
Is running for his life.!
The wonder is how each leg still runs
In unison with the other. If I had the
Desire to swat it, I would have to
Stand, lean, with a roll of paper
Or similar substance.
Meanwhile, Mr. Spider has reached
The edge of the table. A quick turn
And down its leg he scoots! A
Narrow escape, is he able to realize
This? No matter. He is equipped with
What he needs to survive in his insect
Our world is not as simple to fathom.
Layers upon layers of interaction with
Other species have not taught us lessons
In how to survive while sharing our
Planet with any other human. We mark
Out territory and call it “ours” when it
Is really a gift of the Great Spirit who
Has given us the commandment to “Love
One another”, And those who have tried
And encountered failure may become
What can we do when the planet we live
Upon is too small to hold all of its residents
And the supply of food is not sufficient to
Feed all of the creatures who begin, then,
To squabble and fight over what remains?
I s there truly nothing but violence left to
Assure our ability to survive? When we
Cannot stop the rich and powerful who
Take more than we need?
Where are the philosophers, the writers
Of texts, and letters and scriptures?
How do we love our fellow man when
He hoards the food we need to nurish
What of our earth itself, battered and wounded
by men greedy for its riches.
The beautiful mountains which once stood
Ethereal, draped in blue mists in the twilight
Now blasted into pieces of limestone and shale
Left over when the machines dug and scooped
Seeking out the last lump of coal?
If the earth and all its left-over pieces of bounty
Were taken from us tomorrow, what would we
Say, what would we do? What promises, what
Prayers or curses would bring back the earth
As it was? Bring the trees and the prairies
The sacred groves where people long ago
Gathered to give thanks to whomever
It was who had opened for them
Such a vast richness of treasure!