Rain is on the lake,

calm. Owl and egret call 

the clouds. They split 

the sky and moss-headed 

trees usher in the night.

 

In enough stillness

these moments pour

the secret world out

of its pitcher, our

hidden truths and orders.
 

But bats and raccoons

tell you nothing’s ever still. 

Let your senses open. 

Everything is current.

The curve of God is change,

its motion we call love.

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