There is the storm,
Elephant ears waving
Some ancient telephony,
But we have faith
In our love
For all who suffer
Will keep us free.
The twists and turns of wind
Move the feathers of immortality,
Palm fronds dancing
More elegantly
To a more complete symphony
That we will never hear,
Just an RSVP to fear
In the envelope -- white noise --
The things we do not have to know,
And what we never will.
Part of our bliss is to see the silence
Play out without our complicity --
There is only prayer,
More specifically
How we notice what's around us
As a response.
