Ego's Last Supper
What sets one above the pack;
the throng, the herd the mob?
And, do these honorable?
attributes nearer us to God?
Does walking upright like the shaft
bring clarity from aloft
indicating those of a slower pace
are merely God’s castoffs?
Do denizens of air and sea
fall farther from God’s grace
are the golden buzzing bees
a mere afterthought, a trace?
Shall ego serve our last cold dish
as harsh denigration falls
upon all the smaller things
man’s mindlessly enthralled.
Or, will we find on judgment day
sure scintillation and surprise
as we realize all God’s creations
are equal in His eyes.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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