The Ant
The gathering of ants all looked up to the sky.
Admiration and envy of the howling wolf at the
Top of a tall mountain nearby in the distance.
The smallest of the ants stepped forward of
The others screaming to the world, "Who is
With me, who will climb and tame the beast?"
The silence shouted so loudly, then laughter.
His chin stayed high, his faith reached Heaven.
His anger brought forth determination of self.
His fears raised the darkness of cowardness.
He felt a sin borne in his soul to be born alive.
His eyes saw within those of the devil smiling
Along with grinning lips release my evil imps.
Clenched jaws, fangs defied the fallen angel.
He took his first step to his journey's end and
Coming battles with endless, ungodly forces.
The days and nights, winds and chills of skin
And spirit, animals unseen before by his eyes.
An unbreaking of his firm will amazed even he.
With all lost, he heard a nightly howling of his
Wolf, then golden harps and trumpets blazing.
In the morning sun, wings of Guardian Angels
He saw as an eagle beak took him aloft into
The white clouds and wide blue yonder until
Down to the mountain top and a wolf's nose.
Meeting of souls from the smallest of eyes
To those of, "What great big eyes you have."
His antennae raised in finding The Holy Grail.
-- Steven Louis Ernest