Sunday, May 26, 2019

Outside the tent

After Psalm 61

Outside the tent is the storm,
a whirlwind of sand and grit
etching skin and heart;
inside a silence and light,
cushioned and pillowed, 
food and drink, a place
away from the tearing,
the noise, the deafening
of the storm. Inside the tent
the storm no longer is,
dispelled and flicked away,
a memory erased.

Photograph by asoggetti via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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