Reflections on Faith and
Life for the Years of Winter…
I know not why God chose
me
For the bassoon, or why
God chose
The bassoon for me
Perhaps because I so
easily lead
A double life, which is
doubled
By the bassoon’s own
double reed
What have you come here to
hear?
A bruised reed, squeaking
in the desert?
I stand in the middle
An ear for either side
Between the law and mercy
Between sin and salvation
Between the lost and found
Between the human race and
amazing grace
I listen for bassoons
JRMcF
Billy Collins on how
transient are our lives, and insignificant in the total scheme of things, like
“soap bubbles floating above a children’s party.”
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