Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

The Ant Who Recant Kant

The petulant ant
stayed in line
nose to butt moving
at break-neck ant
speed along the
joint in the cement
driveway as long as
he could.

Are you wondering
what he did next?

Of course you are.
It’s human to think
there is such a thing
as a petulant ant, to
philosophize about it,
create an -ism, write
a paper about it.

Do you think the ant
wonders if there is
such a thing as an
unpetulant human?

You may. But alas
the ant does no such

It doesn’t rant or
recant, and didn’t
read Kant, and never
saw a Rembrandt.

Or, what if you
and the ant were
there when Jesus fed
the five thousand, or
you both saw Jesus
on the Cross?

What would you both do
or say?

You’d both recant Kant,
Arminianism, and
Molinism, and all the
other -isms that came
after the Truth.

Then, you’d both rest,
relax, have a latte,
and rejoice.

But if this ant could
speak, if there were
Antisms, and the Truth
of the Cross were known,
what would he say?

“Absolute truth can’t be
argued, only declared,
and humanity is petulant.”

But then again, there is
no such thing as a
petulant ant.

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