in this storm of invisible fear,
tiny monsters in the closets
of our minds.
Save us as our senses
jolt and ask us
why we have waited for so long
to shut the door to our inner chamber
to sit with our turmoil
and just listen.
What is being asked of you
in this calm before the storm?
Why do you tremble
in this quiet night,
moon pink and full of life?
Is it your heart
telling you the truth
of the Earth
resting like an exhausted mother
so sick and tired she can’t breathe
without crying out in her sorrow
for all her creation.
If we could hear this whispered prayer
with our bones and the touch
of the clearing air on our skin
like a creature deep in the sea,
our wisdom might wash us clean
like no other time
God has known us
into being.
