Doves from God

The storm swept in

(like my hair sometimes does on my face)

Casting it's heavy veil

Creating it's curtain...

and I stood underneath the clouds 

and all the wide noise

beneath the sheer

of the dark night...

Silently,

I make my prayers

to GOD...

question his answers...

and as I raise my eyes

to cast my silent voice

into ascension,

they are met by a flock

of white doves

contrasting the black of the 

sky...

And I hear the silent voice

of GOD'S reply.