They were naked and bruised, and I grimaced when I saw them. Their long, gooey bodies hurled for the dirt that they had just popped out of, yet they couldn't squeeze back into their already vanished holes. At first, I worked around them so that I wouldn't kill these worms. After a while, though, it was too difficult and I just didn't think about where I dug my shovel into. A child's playful scream brought me back from my thoughts and back to my worms, however - specifically to the one that was just about to be cut in two by me. Suddenly a thought came to me and I smiled: I would save this worm's life.
For a moment, I felt powerful to some degree. I held life, no matter how small, in the palm of my hand; and whether it continued in this ugly but incredible manifestation was completely up to me. I held it in triumph.
Yes, I'll save it. And I threw it over my head toward a pile of cushy dirt. But the worm landed, instead, in the beak of a swooping bird.
I think I felt the Creator smiling in the breeze.
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