STORM
A storm wind comes to stop my song.
It comes through the trees
with the strength of anger.
It sways me forward.
It sways me backward.
It turns me when I am walking.
Black clouds gather
to blanket the thunder.
Zig-zag lightning
cuts the clouds in two.
My sheep crowd near me.
With soft words I speak to them.
I tell them
not to be afraid
for I am here.