Drive Me Buggy

We were driving north

In Saskatchewan.

I was reading a book

With my head down

When I heard what sounded

Like raindrops on the windshield.

I looked up

And my hubby said,

“That was bugs.”

Ew, yuck!

On our return trip

We saw,

Down the road,

What appeared to be

Two plumes of smoke.

Wrong again.

They were swarms

Of tiny, flying insects.


Why am I sharing this?

There are lessons to be learned

Even from bugs.

They were doing

What came instinctively.

They were flying with others

Of their kind.

And they were oblivious to

The danger approaching.


If I just do what’s always been done.

If I stick with the crowd,

Ignoring imminent danger.

If I refuse to look beyond

My immediate situation.

Tragedy is sure

To overtake me.

On the other hand,

If I recognize the danger,

Maybe I can warn others.

And maybe we can both escape.

…dear friends, by building yourselves up in your most holy faith and praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in God’s love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life. Be merciful to those who doubt; 23 save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh (Jude 1:20-23 NIV).


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