All is well

Emptied within the night, and the soft rain falling.

Lean back against the wind, feel the tendrils blowing,

And whisper, in the darkness, “All is well.”

Gentle, my heart, my heart, feel the glow of sunset

Warm in your deepest places. Do not fear the stars.

They are heralds of becoming. All is well.

Let the grass speak to you, it has borne all weathers.

Or be strong as the blossom, unafraid of fragile,

Dying to bring forth fruit; and all is well.

Lift up your face, drink of the light. Its promise

Sings over clouds, bedecking them with rare beauty.

Welcome both sun and shadow. All is well.

Hurricanes hurl you, and the wild torrents toss you,

Still he walks on the water, walks towards you,

And he is all your stillness. All is well.