“Popping Jacques’ Scale”
One time an ant crawled up a stick
Stuck in the ground – it was not quick,
But when he stopped to look around,
Each time was higher off the ground.As height increased he further saw
From whence he’d come – his Ma and Pa –
Where he would go in days ahead,
Though not as far as time when dead.Each vantage point, as he perused
His world envisioned, he would muse
About how things connected in,
And how big oaks from seeds begin.For from this vantage-point an ant
Sees cause-effect; why some folk dance;
Which those below don’t understand,
For they can’t see life’s early land.He’d laugh at worry some ants had
Who thought the future would be bad,
But he could see beyond their scope –
To land of milk and honey – hope –He’d share with them – for he had seen
But they could not be where he’d been;
They’d have to persevere on faith,
Substantiating that would wait.Thanks Lord for this.
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