Song of the Builders  

On 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 hillside

  this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
  how humble it’s effort.
  Let us hope
  it will always be like this,
  each of us going on
  in our inexplicable ways
  building the universe.



Why I Wake Early (Mary Oliver) Beacon Press, Boston, 2004