Oh lord! Creator of all creatures
great and small!
Did you, with your mighty hands, twist
the twirls of this little snail?
Splendid in form and color; splendid
in manifestation!
You lead him from clear grasslands,
to the grey highway!
But was it your will; that he too must
cross?
What calciferous paradise do you
hold in store for him?
What luring treasure, to make him
slide to the other side?
You shaped his shell; so beautiful
and brittle!
But, what about the strength of the
speeding truck!
You gave him eyes to see; but no
legs to flee!
In his life of flesh and lime; you
gave him action and free will
But, what about, insight and wisdom!
As he sees his speeding fate
approaching; unable to recede in time
A beautiful life now lost forever!
Crushed and stuck to some tyre, as
mere specks of slime!
Oh lord of the snail! Omnipotent and
omniscient!
As you sit back and watch in your
glory, do you smile, or do you cry?