After the Storm - Ruah Bull


Silent, still

A 'holy hush' following 
The fierce fist of winter
Quiet only deepened
By the bright flicker of small birds

I clear off  the buried bath
Scatter seed on the porch
And watch the winter sun
Turn white ground
Into a field of bright blinding crystal stars

My centering prayer
This after the storm morning-
Tea, blanket,
Simple gaze
Wordless praise.

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