If not now, when?
Watch and learn
Go to the ant . . . consider its ways, and be wise. —Prov. 6:6
by Rose Niles
Carapace of industry on the march.
Careen to return home the prize.
I name you
Amber and onyx.
found peace in cooperative harmony.
Others scorned digging in the
(But I knew better)
Chaotic secrets of that household
soothed with the whisper
On the march.
how we march and march again,
from our littlest relations came:
swarm to the sacred task
of collective work
until this mountain of God’s love for all
is brought home.
beyond getting mad
we get busy
Baptized, reared, and ordained a ruling elder in the Bronx at the age of fourteen, Rose Niles has served the church as a teaching elder, pastor, and supporter of theological education. Rose is bi-racial, a daughter of immigrant parents, a mother of one phenomenal woman, and a lifelong pilgrim. Amazed, she finds herself in Houston, Texas, serving Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary on this leg of the pilgrim journey. You can read more of her poems here.