by Rose Jermusyk.
A storm did rage upon the earth,
it could not calm its winds.
It wondered, wandering near and far,
how it might find some peace.
It spied a traveler further on,
arriving with each step.
It followed after for a time
before it queried forth:
“Be still, be still, and hear my plea,
Dear Traveler be still.
Would you, could you, please calm my mind?
Calm mine as you’ve calmed yours!”
With mercy did the traveler
know just then what to say,
“If you will hand over your mind,
I will calm it for you.”
The storm did then look in its own eye
and saw the peace it sought;
and, just as quickly as it had looked,
the storm became a breeze