“With Toes Firmly Planted in Anthills”

the fire ants have come early this year
a staple of every southern summer yard
my grandmother used to tell us
they existed to remind us to watch our feet
a reason to keep our heads from the clouds
our minds trapped within our flesh
never to dream too big
my grandmother never saw the stars
and found beauty in their light
why would God create something beautiful
if not for His own glory
what a vain God He must be
there is no wonder in her mind
no mystery to life
no beauty that she cannot degrade
with three simple words
“God is good”

© M. Black, 2017 All rights reserved.

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