Storm

The sun is up the

Sky is black and

Rumbling the rolling

Waves of storms of

Rain of wind blown

Birds before them.

This would teach would

Show a way to peace

To knowing to Being.

This would have me

Hear the Word the

Presence the Love the

Wisdom.

In this it is not

Time to strain to

Hear to know to see

But rather 

Time to let wash

As the storm

Washes over me