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
Copyright © Linda Hays-Gibbs | Year Posted 2015
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