Poem: Grotto

When there is no
Other shelter,
There is God
Wrapped about, invisible
Grotto, place
Of safe worship
Silence, wordless
Prayer
and there...
....in the midst
in the mist...
She kneels, her
Prayers upholding
Mine, her
Tears mingling
With mine, each
Prayer a bead
Each bead a
Stone, each stone
A wall between
My needs and
The buffeting winds
Of uncertainty

(c) 25 November 2012