This yellow striped green
Caterpillar, climbing up
The steep window screen,

Constantly (for lack
Of a full set of legs) keeps
Humping up his back.

It’s as if he sent
By a sort of semaphore
Dark omegas meant

To warn of Last Things.
Although he doesn’t know it,
He will soon have wings,

And I, too, don’t know
Toward what undreamt condition
Inch by inch I go.
~Richard Wilbur “A Measuring Worm”

But as it is written: “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.”
1 Corinthians 2:9

Here we are, measuring out our days as if we might determine the length and breadth of our lives by the inches we travel.

We have no idea what’s next, do we? We live, awaiting the promises we have read about, trusting to the Lord a transformation far exceeding our dreams.

Dreaming of wings? Perhaps for worms tethered by their legs to the earth.

Instead those with two legs long for eternity, measuring out inch by inch the infinite nature of God’s love for us.