Song of the Builders by Mary Oliver
- Song of the BuildersOn a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God -a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillsidethis way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hopeit will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.~ Mary Oliver ~(Why I Wake Early)