I sat silently,
watching a colony
of ants, laboring
to build their mound.
They were perfect
in their being.
For they were being...Ants.

For a brief moment,
my mind pictured
Hebrew slaves;
Stone cutters
and carriers;
Using up their lives,
constructing pyramids.

For a brief moment
I imagined them as
vain and confused
seekers, struggling
to erect Babel's tower,
in hopes of reaching
Heaven.

If this were so...
they would do better
to be as the acorn
that lay beside their mound;
which, with no thought...
no plan in mind...
just by being still...
will reach far greater heights.

But, it is not so.
The ants are just being...Ants.
The acorn is just being...Acorn.
And in...Being
They are perfect.

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