Thursday, June 25, 2015

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

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