We Praise The Tiny Perfect Moles
We praise the tiny perfect Moles
That garden underground;
The Ant, the Worm, the Nematode,
Wherever they are found.
They live their whole lives in the dark,
Unseen by Human sight;
The earth is like the air to them,
Their day is like our night.
They turn the soil and till it,
They make the plants to thrive;
The Earth would be a desert,
If they were not alive.
The little Carrion Beetles
That seek unlikely places
Return our Husks to Elements,
And tidy up our spaces.
And so for God’s small Creatures
Beneath the field and wood,
Let us today give joyful thanks,
For God has found them good.
from The God's Gardeners Oral Hymnbook from Margaret Atwoods' Year of the Flood