Sunday Go to the ant thou sluggard I heard myself say Wondering if I were one To an ant as I lay In the sun on the Sunday Of Memorial Day Through the birds some words I heard From Sunday far away Once remembered in the sun Not in church but neither Was this ant either I went to the ant and was Understood because As if sent as if to say What they meant it said: Let each be its own way You who seem a slugabed Are busy in your head Writing poetry Busy but invisibly Words for other birds As busy as a bee Or in other words Busy like an ant like me Others go to church instead Let us let us be Steven Curtis Lance