All true -- too true.
Yet let us take a step
beyond such arithmetic.
In by-gone times, moralists moralized: “Get thee to the ant!” , to instill
habits of industry and frugality.
And we smile at that.
Yet -- let that smile fade from your faces: for indeed it is in such as these, that
we see some single one small
virtue, beyond-reckoning Exalted: for that these
creatures have but little else.
Thus -- the Fidelity of Penguins: it is all in all to them. What further more, upon their bleak
blank outcrop of primeval ice, might tempt them ‘way, or offer other
pleasures? Fidelity to thy mate -- that ye may raise that chick, that single
chick,
that one (that lone) most precious, most memorable,
most mysterious and ama(!)zing
Gift
from
(we know not whence, nor Whom)
…
… …. (?)
( ! !! !!! )
In these, Fidelity lies --flayed -- like a Saint stripped,
by the cruel wind ...
-- nothing other between these silent sufferers,
and their God …….
Thus :
(e’en) us.
Let us
kneel, and
acknowledge:
“Thank you Lord, thank you,
that I have someone to be Faithful to …”
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