The ants under God’s bush do not stop
their work when the leaves begin to burn
above them. They leave the mound in random turns
spreading across the earth with no thought
except to find food to eat. Whatever drops
from the burning bush above is not earned
by them who have only sought to learn
the good in front of them. They cannot be taught.
They do not know the prophet’s foot is bare
or that the ground itself is holier today.
He asks God’s name, but they do not care,
a mindless horde of marchers on their way
to nowhere–where there is always food.
They have no ears to hear who worships who.
Marcus Goodyear is senior editor at TheHighCalling.org (sponsored by Foundations for Laity Renewal) and Christianity Today’s FaithintheWorkplace.com. His poetry has been published in Geez Magazine, 32 Poems, and Stonework Journal.