Waiting patiently at the aquarium glass
Whiskered catfish
I sometimes wonder
What they feel in their little catfish hearts
It seems to me that often they sit there praying,
In their catfish way,
Whiskered mouths moving in wordless appeal
For that glorious miracle of the food pebble
Descending like manna from above,
Mystery incarnate!
“Desire is prayer, ” a wise woman wrote,
But the Buddha said “Desire is suffering. ”
Who is right? I think they both are,
But my praying catfish,
Innocent in desire,
Only know their sinking tablets
As grace incarnate…
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