The storm has ended,
hail and lightning
passing to the north,
rain ticking in the earth.
The valley brimming
with the breath of the creek,
ziggurats of cloud
going pink in the east.
The valley brimming
with the breath of the creek,
ziggurats of cloud
going pink in the east.
Belief alone is not enough
to make the good exist.
Doubt alone is not enough
to make the truth a lie.
Blessed with free will
and the faith of a friend,
I choose to believe
in the light.
Sun in the west,
doves on the wire,
deer in the corn,
man on a bike.
in the light.
Sun in the west,
doves on the wire,
deer in the corn,
man on a bike.
