White

With softness does it grace your weary head,
Like rain so white it purifies your mind.
Forget what once was heard or once was said,
For one moment, be lost in what you find.

A chalice opens for this one parade,
The woodwinds usurp the band’s rightful place,
And moved stillness does the frost create
To soften wrinkles on the hermit’s face.

From heaven do the white flakes fall in tow
With Buddha watching from the lily white
Allah breathes. A moment for the snow.
For once are all in welcome to the light.

Until the rain with glassy sheen request,
Of hatred’s filthy gray again bequest.