Monday, October 11, 2021

Breeze in the Evening

Even in heaven here
     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.