HURRYING FEET

Why the rushing like ants down the street?

Hurrying, scurrying with busy feet.

What do they see?

What do they hear?

Is “being too late” the fear?

To late for what?

For their destiny?

Running to life in Eternity?

Forgetting “the world”

Which is “you” and “me”?

Did they get there in time?

In the rush and the hurry?

Did their pay their tithe

And sing hymns loud and cheery?

Did they feel that the Lord

would be pleased them then.

To love them and

keep a safe home in his den?

  

Where they humbled when the messenger said

what they already knew in their heart:

“What ye have done to the least of mine”

I said from the start.

You were busy, yes, too busy to see

to get into the Kingdom

you have to look at the eyes of a friend,

where you would have seen me.

I am sorry to say that the test for me to meet

the test I gave you on earth

you have failed

because of your hurrying feet.

Vibeke Lindhardt - written 1981