God is the tiny brown insectToday was the memorial day for the Holocaust.
crawling along my teaspoon.
If I am not very careful
I will drown him when I wash the dishes.
The insect crawls onto my finger and I place it
gently on the ground outside.
Easier to meet God
in a creature I need not fear.
I don't seem to have anything to say. A relevant story of mine is to be published on Cafe Diverso tomorrow. I'll link.