breakthrough
I sit with the storm
watching the wind do what wind does,
visible-invisible work.
It howls through the roof tops,
blows leaves past the window.
It is quite the showoff this morning.
The gracious tree drips sorrow for me.
Thunder and lightening,
scare the dog into the bathroom,
but thrill me with their ferocity.
All morning it goes
as I work at my 4′ space
pausing occasionally, or more,
to watch the crying games.
Then suddenly,
into my concentration,
my writing lights up.
It’s dramatic, startling even.
I look up quickly
to see what has happened
and the storm is completely gone.
The sunlight has broken through the overcast sky.
The trees are drenched in golden glow,
leaves glistening like glowing emeralds.
It is so beautiful it takes my breath away.
I sit and stare for timeless time,
drinking it into my soul,
into my storehouse of these glory moments.
Then I go back to my work,
full of wonder and hope.
AL 10/04/13
life: acoustic & amplified 