The wind howls through the trees
as the gale snaps the branches
and flings them to the ground.
Under the threatening clouds, yet high,
high above the earthbound rage and tumult
a lone gray gull hovers, motionless,
supported by an unseen power.
Let us outface
the sudden squalls of mortal mind,
be borne on high and poised in Soul,
serenely confident of
Mind's uplifting and supporting power.
