A CRICKET'S CANTICLE
Look down, dear God, I'm hiding in the grass
Playing my violin from dawn to night,
A tiny sound and badly out of tune,
But good enough for Mother Earth's delight.
I have to laugh, just listening to myself,
And then I jump to show I'm full of song.
I trust, Great God, you're cheered up by my tunes
Whenever you are sad and things go wrong.
I'm cheerful for the sun that warms my back,
I'm thankful for the music of my days,
So I will play my fiddle all my life,
Rejoicing in the comfort of your gaze.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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