A poem and prayer from our trip to Ghana
The Human Buzz
By Dawn M. Adams
Zip
Click, click, click, click, click
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Boarding Zone 5.”
“Have your passports ready.”
Shufflelllllll
Whir, whrrrr, whir
“Hurry up.”
“They’re boarding.”
Mmmmm mmmmmm Mmmmm
“#57”
“How will you take your coffee?”
Bing
“Have a good trip!”
The human ants march
and run the maze seeking
their boarding gate.
They go here and there with
maddening intensity
and yet with little
purpose to anyone
but them.
Jesus said follow, but they
scurry and hurry about:
each thinking their mission
to be of the greatest importance.
To their estimation the
first will be first and the
last will likely be left behind.
And so they rush and bump
and might step over you
or on you if you
dared to stop and look
and notice your sibling
beside you . . . equally
agitated . . .pressing
and stressing like
rats in a labyrinth
trying to find the hidden gift of
the wafting perfume
of cheese long since
taken away and
boarded off but still
enticing to those that
smell the tasty possibilities.
They move like individual cells through our veins,
thinking they each have a mind of their own,
but acting as one flowing mass –
A river of humanity.
One and yet all;
all and yet one.
Murmur. Murmur, murmur.
“I need to stop in the restroom.”
“We’re on time.”
“We’re late.”
Clip, clop.
Hhhhhhph
Peal me from the chaos of humanity, O God. Remind me to slow down, to follow, to notice why you sent me to this place at this time. Remind me simultaneously of my autonomy and my communal responsibility. Use me wherever I am toward your good. Help me to set aside what I perceive as my purpose and make room for whatever you imagine my purpose today. AMEN
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