Sometimes, it’s all humour – <br />a divine joke shared between gods and men, <br />a twinkle in the eye of the Creator… <br /> <br />seeing to it, that the man <br />named Maximus, one day at prayer, <br />-his eyes were open, for his soul was still - <br />should notice the smallest beetle <br />making its way across the open testament, <br />minding, in its not so tiny mind, its own business… <br /> <br />and in its minimality, the man named Maximus <br />observed that it had, within its tiny iridescence, being; <br />watched his mind, learning of its nature; <br />felt his own being share its life, its spirit, with that little thing; <br /> <br />and understood – the beetle unconcerned, or so <br />it might appear, within our tiny world – <br />that in that moment, he had shared <br />the very nature of the Holy Trinity… <br />being, nature, living spirit. <br /> <br />Or as the Indians say, <br />from the Creator we receive <br />a smile, a message… <br /> <br />Maximal in minimal – <br />sometimes, it’s all humour.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saint-maximus-at-prayer/
