Did you notice <br />as you put the nozzle back in place <br />after filling your tank today, <br />a drop, of oil, of gasoline, of petrol <br />fell on the stained and stony ground? <br /> <br />did you hear – no, surely it couldn’t be – <br />the faintest sound then, almost <br />as if it came from somewhere on that ground? <br /> <br />It was my voice. <br /> <br />Millions, billions of years ago <br />I was a tree <br />reaching upward from the blessing of the soil <br />to the blessing of the sun <br />in silent worship of our nature <br />and the God who planned it thus <br /> <br />I grew, spread my branches wide in gratitude, <br />sang my silent song of praise, <br />grew old and died, with a sigh heard through the forest, <br />not of regret but of a life well lived <br />falling into God’s peace; <br />knowing that in His divine mercy <br />I had laid down my life <br />for future generations, in the perfection <br />of the cycle of all Creation. <br /> <br />The years passed; and mankind <br />in its desire to move further, faster, more often, cheaply, then <br />with the help of God’s mind in mankind's own mind, dreamed up <br />the automobile; and needed then its combustible life-blood, <br />this miracle liquid made before man named miracles <br /> <br />so as I lie, a dropp of gasoline catching the sun <br />or the harsh lights of gas-station forecourt <br />know this: my love for you<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0321-from-a-drop-of-gasolene/
