The 2nd Day of Christmas
Some storms blow in
make their presence known
cover ground and fill sky so
completely with their fury
white and cold suffocate
all under siegeToday a snowy mist
put down minimal icing
quiet enough to hear your
breathing on earth
a whispered I amI hear your presence in the
gentle fall of flakes sitting
on black asphalt, a deep
call within to listen
then see, and feelI should stand just once
sans coat and shoes
palms open to the sky
bare feet against the ground
allow your wintery rime to
cover me the same as I
assent to summer sunI only see stars when
dark night shades the skyI understand your warmth
only after I have known cold
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Author’s Note:
A reflection on becoming quiet, learning to listen, and Ferguson MO. Thank you Ryan Taylor, Tall Monastic Guy, and those with you who are learning to listen and helping me to do the same.
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