Gnats

DISCOVERIES

GNATS

The gnats, the myriad gnats that dance

In frantic mazed array-

God, seeing, laughs occasionally,

Then turns His face away.

When a gnat deserts the usual swarm

And segregates himself,

God makes of him a surly bee,

Stinging and coveting pelf.

But if a gnat is born alone

God makes of him a butterfly,

Circling about eternal blooms

And asking an eternal Why.

SOUL

All of them wondered what it was,

When first they felt it push:

Some said it was a body-thing;

Others, a burning bush.