Parable of the Termite

[hethathathears]

Back in 1983 when I was on my mission, I got transferred to an area where the members weren't really united as brothers and sisters, instead they were content with gossiping, and judging one another. It was an eye for an eye, no real love. As I watched this transpire, and watch their complacent attitude, this poem came slowly to my mind.

It started in heaven, beginning with the war,

for Lucifer's quest for glory, he always wanted more.

So he stood up and showed his plan, to make us all a slave,

to make us, force us, do his will and all of us he'd save.

Then next was Christ, the Son of God, the Savior of us all,

who would for us, give up His life and make up for the fall.

Be free and choose the life you'll lead, but please obey the law,

obedience will make you free, where as sin's the eternal flaw.

The votes were cast, the verdict in, we chose the Savior's plan,

but one third refused to follow Christ, and were cast out by God's hand.

Satan and his followers were cast out down to earth,

to destroy, distort, and also change, all that was of worth.

So the place of this great war was changed, and moved down here to earth,

with temptation, sin and also fear, was on the world at birth.

I speak to you my fellow man, a plea for you, be strong,

for if your weak and let him in this act would sure be wrong.

So a parable I give to you, that eternal life you'll win,

to build up strong and recognize sin, and endure until the end.

This parables, about a tree, and it represents man,

its proud and strong and full of pride, no room for God's great plan.

I'm the best, the strongest, and lead the rest, this humble tree did roar,

my branches are long and heavy and strong, my trunk does eternally soar.

I'm good for paper, and fuel for fires, and many fences I'll fix,

for pencils, desks and paper bags, and even little match sticks.

The list goes on, I am of worth, it does ac cure to me,

that many people cannot live without a simple tree.

For years I've grown, they've taught me rules, the do's and don'ts and all,

restricting my move and every thought, protecting me from the fall.

Rebellion was my way of life, for the rules were not for me,

let some other tree obey, I'm young and I am free.

This was the way I lived my life, I thought that I was free,

I saw the fallacy in that, my rebellion conquered me.

For one day in the forest, a termite called upon me,

I'm hungry, cold, and without home, was the insect's plea.

The rules said "No", I was taught so long, but that insect was so small,

how could he influence me, I'm big and strong and tall.

So I said yes, and in he came, and followed many more,

not listening to the rules that said, reject that insect poor.

The first sensation was sharp pain, that moved below my bark,

they continued eating, destroying my soul, as they worked toward my heart.

But the wind blew hard, and I looked down, I saw the damage done,

the awful sight, the chewed up wood, of the rules I followed none.

The rotted wood, the insects tricks, I shouldn't had let them in,

the warnings, pleading, of my folks, I had fallen into sin.

I kicked them out for the pain they caused, I have them on the run,

a lesson learned, some knowledge gained, I'll sin, no more, not one.

I'm great besides this little error, I'm still above them all,

I'm strong and mighty, full of life, I will never fall.

As time went by this mighty tree forgot about his sin,

repented not just covered it up, hiding it down within.

But one fine day, an ax man came, for wood to build a ship,

for the finest wood, for a noble vessel, to make the eternal trip.

Come take me, this tree did call, I'm the best to build that ship,

I will carry gold, and cargo and kings, I will sail on many a trip.

So down he came, and to the mill, he was cleaned and striped to size,

assembled, fitted, board on board, connected by strong ties.

The ship was finished, with quality work, an asset to the fleet,

for in sailing, war, and many works, he was noble and fleet.

As the years went by, with fine service given, he was envied by them all,

oh, the capability of that ship, I could never fall.

But one dark day, the wind did blow, the storm was worst of all,

waves did smash, again and again, next to nature, I was too small.

I looked so strong, for I covered it up, but the years had worn on me,

the termites hole, the rotted wood, was my destruction key.

I tried so hard to support the rest, but in time my wood gave in,

the water rushed in at a mighty force, this time I could not win.

So now I'm driftwood, to float around, to float from sea to sea,

I've lost the race, let others down, for the rules were not for me.

Now I could blame my parents, or a teacher or a friend,

but because of my unwillingness, I will face it in the end.

Listen now, there is wisdom here, no rule is too small,

obedience will build you strong, and protect you from the fall.

[Guest Tamisone]

Once there arose among the termites a great dispute over the origin of the house which they infested.

Some said, "Careful examination of the physical evidence shows that the house was built by saws and hammers. We have been unable to find any scientific evidence of the existence of a carpenter."

"Heresy! Blasphemy!" cried others. "The sacred building permit tells us the house was built by the Great Carpenter. It does not mention saws and hammers. Therefore, saws and hammers do not exist."

It was indeed a great debate, filled with self-righteous rancor and snide ad hominem attacks, and so it continues to this very day.

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