Lent — day two

It stormed somewhere over there
the raging, restless, quiet kind,
and she and I listened.
We listened for our names
in the howling wind,
the grace-torn sky.
We’re listening still,
listening in each others’ eyes,
listening in the daffodils
the storm promises to bring,
listening in given tears,
and laughter poured, spilled.
And somewhere,
in the listening,
the listening itself
calls our name,
he called it all the way here.


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