When Silent Crickets Sing

Sometimes life has
Something else planned
Futures aren’t quite fates sealed.
Those silent crickets
Life starved
May not have dared to dream
Or thought it possible
A different destiny awaited
When the air broke in.

But when someone believes
Sees something more
And assures…
“There’s no risk here.”
The unexpected happens
And silent crickets sing.

It may not seem much
Only a few weeks in fact,
Out of a lifetime-

A scratch of earth,
Broken branches,
Snapped twigs,
Fruit scraps,
A slip of water…

A safe space to be.

It wasn’t much.
And it was everything.

The gift returned?
It wasn’t much
And it was everything.

Without fear,
voices are free:

That’s my type of beautiful –
When by some alchemy
‘not much’ and ‘everything’
become the same.
And life conspires to
Hear silent crickets sing.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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