Under the Storm

Storm at the windows

keeps us indoors,

wind flinging rain

all along the south side,

white pine bending,

tossing itself back

Some of us find goodness

under the storm,

some of us find it

in the shining of fine days,

proving (though we may come slow

to concluding it)

goodness is everywhere

And though it may seem treasonous

to abandon the system we’ve known —

small brightnesses etched out of darkness,

sadness and fear as defining factors —

in truth, Life wheels itself quite well

in the overarching fact of all goodness

Nothing is missing, 

nothing is left undefined,

Life sings through all the storms

and all the clearings,

thus showing itself to be all.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 7, 2017