A Poem

The birds sing in the trees

Around me

If I listen

If I listen

To their song

And God

A Symphony

Many and One

With the soft air blowing on my skin

And the two black puppies

Running in the yard

Happy at the day and everything

I sit

And try to listen

I believe Lord help me in my disbelief

And my weakness

Like the Word thrown on rock

Or tangled with thorns

The stupidity

The selfishness

The minor thoughts and things to do stealing so much time

And sometimes so horrendously painful

Lost and hurt and lonely

Toiling in the dirt and desert

Why can’t I sit here and now

And forever listening 

To the Symphony

In sound and light and gentle wind 

and happy puppies

Thanking You for this garden