I learned today that katydids are not the same as crickets
Who sing at night the chorus rising from the grassy thickets
It made me sad to think that I had never known the name
To give the credit that was due, and I to blame
For when the silence in my mind I could not bear
The beating service of the katydids was there
And only in the summer storms, when rain and wind were strong
Did they cease to sing their endless song;
With silent minds like me they listened to the words
And together we did share the service that we heard
A language came between us, a name we did not share
But in our silence credit was attributed in prayer.