Deep down the aisle, I see a squirrel
Fluttering in the way, moving and going
Up and down the path, it runs incessantly.
I sit endlessly seeking Lord in its entirety.
I see the Lord, all serene, all calm,
I see the wretched and the complacent
Taking and giving alms!
And then I see the pain on the Lord’s face.
‘Do they consider themselves supreme?
These mortals with hollow wealth and false pride?
I ask again and again to him.
Yet there comes no answer my way
Nothing to know where I stand.
Alone I sit on, on the bench and see
The fluttering squirrel, moving and going
Up and down the path, running incessantly,
Believing in honest work and faith divine!
I wait for the answer without action or mime.
I scowl, I shout, I swear, I shriek,
Yet there is silence….
And in that silence I hear the Lord speak
Through the squirrel believing in action,
The revelation strikes a chord inside and I, too,
Begin my journey anew!