No. 35 - All is Well

Clouds break.

Breath takes in a moment of sunlight.

Soft wind,

I begin to open in good time.

As leaves need room to unfold,

So this holy distance

Reaps a harvest

Too good to know–

Yet,

Holding on to hope

For all that lies ahead,

I ponder what is asked of me instead:

Trust

Gently, I heed.

Storms settle.

All is well.