A STONE OR A SONG?
A stone is deaf.
It has no ears.
It has no mouth.
It has no song.
It has no song.
It doesn’t hear screams.
It doesn’t feel pain.
Lord, looking at my life ….
Please, I never wanted to be a stone.
At the end make me a dead sparrow
in the snow.
At least I sang a song or two.
At least I lived and flew
At least I lived and flew
and gave anyone who spotted
me flying in a flock over a corn field
on an autumn afternoon a brief moment
to think and praise you, O God.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
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