THE MAGGOT'S MAGNIFICAT
With all my noble maggot’s soul
I magnify you, God,
And call your works all wonderful,
Though scoffers find that
odd.
“You legless grub, you loathsome worm,”
They shout: “You’re so inferior!”
“You have no head, yet eat all day,
And breathe through your
posterior!”
Dear God, how blind! - to criticize
The magic of creation,
Where maggots raise flesh from the dead
Through transubstantiation.
How beautifully the cycle spins
When beings eat each other,
And one loved creature seems to die,
Then rises in another.
Not only rises, but grows wings
And soon begins to soar
Throughout the azure sky above
And sings at heaven’s door.
So with this grateful grubby heart
I honor my Creator,
Who gives us death so we can then
Turn into something greater.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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