While reading excerpts from the Persian Sufi poet Hafiz last night at our Order’s meeting, this poem began to form in my mind during our space of silence towards the end:
God laughs at me.
Lord knows, he laughs at me a lot.
Have you ever watched an ant
Wander about scattered and confused
Searching for the scent of a trail he can only hope is there?
God lifts this ant up upon His finger
To get a closer look.
In a flash, God becomes a drop of honey
And this ant is drawn intrinsictly
To that Divine Nectar
And discovers the pure sweetness
Of His existence.