The Summer Day

What or Who made the World? And the swans and the bears? What about the grasshopper? The one that flung herself out the grass and is eating out my hand. The one that instead of moving her jaws up and down, is moving them back and forth. She’s gazing around with her big eyes. She lifts her forearms and carefully washes her face. She opens her wings and flies away. I may not know what a prayer is exactly, but I know how to pay attention and fall to my knees into the grass. I know how to be blessed and have a purpose, how to walk through the fields, which happens to be what I have done all day. But please tell me, what else am I to do? Doesn’t everything die and dies too soon? So now tell me, what do you plan to do with your one precious and wild life you have been given?