AN INCHWORM'S ALLELUIA
Dear God, is any bug more calculating
Than are we inchworms, shyly tiptoeing,
Measuring our steps, so we will know the number
Of thanks we owe for your empowering?
We may not move as fast as others do.
But we get joy from dancing in a loop,
Omega-shaped, then stretched out toward the future,
Then with feet hunched again, we forward swoop.
Happy, we thrive, yet as we thrive we change!
Alas, we'll soon turn into moths who fly
Uncalculated distances aloft,
Infinite inches, up into the sky.
On that bright day, O God, may we remember
Each journey always with one small step starts,
And trust that, though you once gave us but inches,
You've dreams for us far greater than our hearts.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary