I caught the tree frogs speaking in tongues at dawn
Today & have the interpretation. They say,
“Rain, but more than rain, will fall today--
Scales will fall from jaded eyes and gone
Will be your fetid blindness to the Word.”
Hear, oh boggy swamp’s inhabitants,
You willful, backward cousins, uncles, aunts:
The croak has come at last for you. The Lord
Will give no choice but clarity at last.
Not one tittle, not one jot will fade
From what the frogs have uttered in the glade.
So here and now proclaim a solemn fast
& heed the tree frogs’ holy admonition
To embrace your God’s well-lighted disposition.