Let my heart
be a little cricket
All night in praise to sing,
when all
voices of the village fall silent
that lets its
fullest voice ring.
A little
bush, a small twig, a tiny leaf,
that’s what I need to cheer;
what’s this
darkness to me,
the stars
are above and fireflies near.
What did the
human world gift me?
Few joy
flowers, more thorns and pain,
At the
sunset, what my palms hold
A few
stones, some infected notes as gain!
A cricket is
never alone in singing,
choral voices
help to angelic birth;
in the world
of betrayal and deceit
my songs are
strewn on cruel earth.
Let my heart
be the little cricket,
All night let it strike its sweet chord
The voices
of the village may sleep
May my whole
being glorify my Lord!
Xavier Bage
Wed, Oct 18,
2017
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