Ad Maiorem Gloriam
He peered with pleasure at the tiny sign,
a skill it took him all those years to learn.
Noted its graceful curve, the way the line
wavered, but then grew strong at its return.
He wondered whether he too would grow strong
and finish with a flourish, work well done,
Godís good and faithful servant. What went wrong?
Why couldnít he simply labor with the sun,
the way he once did, then call it a day?
Why was he subject now to stabs of doubt,
unanswerable questions? Who could say?
He scrutinized his work again. Without
it, nothing mattered; that alone he knew.
Through it he lived, whatever else was true.