A tent is a refuge

After Psalm 61

Tent: a place to rest,

a place to take refuge

from the desert storm,

wind raging and sand

scouring, the tent

offering a respite,

a shelter, the shelter

of huddling under

the wings of the great eagle,

the eagle who hears

the cries of the voice,

the cries of the heart,

swooping low to rescue

from the storm as it rages.

We soar above it,

protected.

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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.

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