Song of the Builders
On a summer morningI 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 hillside
this way and that way
How great was its energy
how humble its effort
Let us hope
it will always be like this
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.–Mary Oliver
Inexplicable Ways 