The Grand Embrace

Praying for

When raindrops 

Become a thunderstorm

When the baby bird 

Leaves its nest

When the elements 

Are in chaos

And still

They do not fret

 

When the lightning 

Becomes the bright string

That your sunken eyes follow

Across the dim sky

When the muddy ground

Invites you to sink into it

Let yourself 

Do not be shy