SOMETIMES THE SUNDAY SERMON THAT MOVES ME MOST IS A SILENT ONE.
MY SUNDAY BUGWhen I was out checking my hanging geranium
to see if it needed water, I found a tiny blossom
in the middle of a cluster of blossoms was home
to a bug of a kind I do not know. It was tiny,
no more than half an inch long, and half of that was legs.
I thought at first it must be a spider of some sort,
but it had six legs, so it must be kin to grasshoppers.
I wouldn't mind being its relative myself.
It is marvelously made and painted all over
with colors that shine in the afternoon sun.
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