We Praise The Tiny Perfect Moles

We Praise The Tiny Perfect Moles

We praise the tiny perfect Moles

That garden underground;

The Ant, the Worm, the Nematode,

Wherever they are found.

 They live their whole lives in the dark,

Unseen by Human sight;

The earth is like the air to them,

Their day is like our night.

 They turn the soil and till it,

They make the plants to thrive;

The Earth would be a desert,

If they were not alive.

 The little Carrion Beetles

That seek unlikely places

<p class="MsoNormal">Return our Husks to Elements,

<p class="MsoNormal">And tidy up our spaces.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">And so for God’s small Creatures

<p class="MsoNormal">Beneath the field and wood,

<p class="MsoNormal">Let us today give joyful thanks, <p class="MsoNormal">For God has found them good. from The God's Gardeners Oral Hymnbook from Margaret Atwoods'  Year of the Flood