that red ant is too small <br />for the mountain of <br />a grain of steamed rice <br />cold grain <br />alone on the floor <br />but he carries it <br />for something useful in <br />mind <br />for the queen <br /> <br />never has it resisted <br />a challenge <br />to serve <br />it does not have a back <br />to turn <br />in silence <br />it carries the burden <br />ears as antenna <br />detecting what must be kept <br />for good <br />for use <br />for other's consumption <br /> <br />it does not eat <br />whatever it finds <br />it simply does its duty <br />and gives <br /> <br />that is his treasure <br />must we too <br />open our ears <br />receive those messages <br />not keeping <br />any wisdom like a treasure <br />in the islands of <br />our convoluted brains <br />and simply giving <br />what we find <br />to all those thirsty <br />minds?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-after-morning-he-opens-my-ear-that-i-may-hear-and-i-have-not-rebelled-have-not-turned-back/
