When Crickets Cry

by Charles Martin

Annie’s hope might lie in that bottle, and I had a feeling that her faith in God could move Mount Everest and stop the sun,

I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; it is melted within Me.

Set it free. Let it catch a tender breeze and sail away like Ulysses did so many times when we were kids.

How I tried to turn back time, to fly around the earth like Superman, to pray like Joshua or Hezekiah and stop the sun.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do.”

“That which we cannot speak about, we must pass over in silence.”

“Curious” and “plays well alone” defined me as a child.

I had an insatiable need to know and understand how things worked. Especially the human body.