He calmed the storm to a whisper
and stilled the waves. — Psalm 107:29
That far off rumbling
makes me think
of mountains
and great oceans,
the prowling wind
through aging
rock or collapsing
giant waves against
a rugged shore,
and I strain to hear
the tapping, the end-
drops, the run-off
through the eaves,
the rivulets
in the shimmering leaves,
and I am settled
to a calmness that always
follows, filling in
the dark-sky hollow
that made us shiver
as the storm was passing
just above our quivering souls.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2021
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