Friday, September 5, 2014

Just a Thought--A Grain of Rice

Just a Thought—A Grain of Rice

A single grain of rice is of no notice; makes no fuss, draws no attention until called upon by circumstance.  In regions of the world, it feeds many mouths collectively nourishing and quelling commotion.  This grain is often called upon in prayer, reveled at mass, meditated upon at its consumption and planting.  So quickly its tinier can pass—a once full straw bowl, burlap sack, paper bag or cupped hand soon runs empty and the search begins anew.  A single grain of rice might be the last of its kind, yet when buried in rich soil spouts its abundance for the hungry and deserving.  Still, the single grain of rice is often pushed aside where abundance lives; stuck to the bottom of a hurried shoe, floor, lying abandoned at the mill, mixed into the dirt to be buried forever in a stained dump site. Abundance gives rise to waste and neglect and soon the grain has value again as quickly as it diminished. A single grain of rice has many faces all over the world, but no one goes around collecting them one by one, day by day in order to fill a single bowl for a single meal for a single family?  It’s just a single grain of rice, right?