Darkness and stillness
stake humble claims
in the ark of my heart.
We float together, three-in-one,
in a sea of trinitarian silence,
aware of the various elements,
at ease in the calm waters.
My soul receives the bread of dawn
and comes down to its own wisdom
of when to rise from the depths again
the next time my boat,
overwhelmed all of a sudden
by violent winds and vicious waves,
flips, spins, or floods.
3 thoughts on “Before the Flood”
“The bread of dawn;” That’s the daily bread that fortifies me in overwhelming times
“Darkness and stillness stake humble claims” and the attentive heart makes room. Thanks Brian!!
Thanks for reading, Celeste.