FOR THE LOVE OF GRASS

Did you remember to ask the ant 

if you could build your holy house

upon his hill?

If we cannot find God these days

is it possible that we are looking in the wrong place?

 (or looking in the wrong way?)

What if God is the grass we carelessly  uproot,

the crushed ant underfoot,

a thousand unconsidered parts of the whole 

that gives us life?

This ant, this blade of grass,

have been here always.

Inviting us,

“Lie down on my coolness, 

breathe in my scent”.

“I am here for you”.

When will we remember where and how 

to see and hear…to find these signs of God?

Children know.

Watch the children play.

Follow them into the grasses.

Follow their wildness into the wild surroundings.

Stay quiet for a while..

You will hear voices, 

maybe even laughter..

These grasses love you so.