What you do for the least of these…
God whispers from a corner
of the forest where I walk,
and there, beneath my feet
a convocation of earthworms
crossing the path,
etching their prayers in dirt
…you did for me
so I lift them gently
one at a time
one at a time
one at a time
to the safe green haven
trailside
thinking…
how simple this task
how easy to take care
of those under foot
how bending down
to lift others up
is a sacred act,
a blessing
in this wicked, wicked world.
Earthworm tracks photo and poem ©2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you’ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!
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