Winds pummel and scream,
the tops of buildings blown off,
half the landscape tumbling by.
But leaves are undisturbed,
the little tin vane waves gently,
the candles burn straight and calm.
And yet inside these people
silently, meekly,
the rush of irresistible winds.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
May 20, 2021