Stormlight: A meditation poem

Stormlight:
Storms
bring their own light;
sharp lined
and
lightening cut,
by which old truth
assumes
the beauty
of the new
and
Mother Earth
eden breathes
again,
if only for a
moment.

Their rain,
drilling down,
brooks no opposition,
gives no quarter,
and must be
simply received
and submitted to,
while abandoning
any pretense
at shelter
or even
flight,
and then,
if yielded to,
births
joy
of
spirit.

In their
thundering
they bring us
the gift
of
a child's
sacred silence;
awe, fear and
newborn wonder,
in one
ecstasy of
being,
leveling all
with the
remembering
of our true
littleness
now
Illumed again
by
storm light.

So do not
fear the storm,
whether
sky or soul
born,
but welcome it,
with open arms
and heart
as heaven sent
and grace gifted,
the winds
and clouds
that
thunder truth
and
join our skies
to earth
in jagged
strike of
light,
revealing,
of a sudden,
the sharp gold
of
wisdom
as we breathe again
the
rich truth smell
of earth
after
rain.