After the Storm - Ruah Bull
Silent, still
A 'holy hush' followingThe fierce fist of winterQuiet only deepenedBy the bright flicker of small birdsI clear off the buried bathScatter seed on the porchAnd watch the winter sunTurn white groundInto a field of bright blinding crystal starsMy centering prayerThis after the storm morning-Tea, blanket,Simple gazeWordless praise.
