This is a poem I wrote Sunday 18 November 2012.
It is so easy to take things for granted. Like crickets. Thankfully one has moved closer to my door and now I hear it much better. They are not everywhere yet. The time is not upon us when the grassy greens of evening will be full of their sound. I found more crickets at work last week and I took them out to The Big Hole. I hope they are happy there.
A few other pieces of poetry I wrote in the last week:
I straighten the crooked tongue of suffering until it sings with delight.
The wild laughter of night enters through the open window and echoes in my empty room.
I declare there will be no end to my tears.
This is a solemn promise.
My Lord has written every song, He knows every lyric of my life.