Even Stones Will Sing

'You must not speak,' he says.

So I bit my lips,

and I listened instead.

I listened to the quick rustling of the leaves. to the slow whirring of a motorbike. to the random chirping of a bird. to other deliberate refrains from other birds. then the leaves again- drummed by my friend, the wind. at that point i would believe it if the sun stooped down to join in- some sizzling sounds with its heat perhaps?

A grand morning orchestra.

I walked to my room, turned on the CD player, and I secretly laughed.

"I tell you," He replied,"if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."- Luke 19:40