Hymn 41

I hear the wind, my Lord,
rage up against my house,
like sea waves pounding shoreward;
while inside I afford
love to each friend or louse,
A rough beast slouches forward.

The casement windows shake;
storm rattles roof and rafter,
and my soul under them.
All things in the world break.
Absurd and ancient laughter
cackles near Bethlehem.

6.29.2012