I have a heart for the worms in my yard. They are so sweet.

They keep the air porosity levels right

So the flowers and beans may grow.

When it rains a lot, they seem

To drown in dirt, and find themselves 

Creeping aimlessly through the street.

I have the urge to pick them up

And put them somewhere safe.

I don’t know where.

I tend to throw them back into my yard,

But they just came from there,

And they don’t seem happy to be back.

I don’t seem happy to have to touch them.

It makes me squeal to feel them squirm.

Worm salvation is a dirty business,

But it can be more satisfying than

Evangelicizing for a church.

Maybe some of the very enlightened worms,

When they discover they are saved,

Sing hallelujah and glory be.

I have a heart for the worms in my yard,

But do they have ten hearts for me?

-jenn