Poem: True Weather

True Weather

The weather outside changes,
made fickle by the mountains and winds,
storms one minute,
peace and sun the next,
a puzzle of uncertainty,
unpredictable
with it's anger and joy.

But here in the sanctuary
of your soul,
all is peace,
a focus not on the world,
but the silence
that sings to God each morning
and is cradled by him
each night.

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The picture was taken at a house in Washington Country, New York. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom