Kick a Dirt Clod

Kick a Dirt Clod By Linda Hays-Gibbs The day was sunny and hot as people danced and ran around excitedly I knew the very fly, that rot, that buzzed around my head delightedly I kept my mouth tightly closed though, in silent confused awe I didn't really think it would happen, no not at all So all my best kept words were still tightly sealed In a giant pickle jar under a hill, that my thoughts had filled, so lazily I limped off behind the juniper tree to find my voice... But I knew right then I didn't really have much of a choice And as my tears finally silently slid I knew I was no longer a silly kid And all my prayers would go no higher, but not Because I didn't call him a liar And the fear in my gut just would not stray As I saw God kick a dirt clod and turn away