Not All That Comes Upon Us Comes Quietly

Not all that comes upon us
Comes quietly.
At times the most beautiful waves
Come crashing in,
Wash upon wild shore….
Whether seems for good or ill,
Still they come with uproar—
Catch us unprepared,
Startle us with wonder,
Evident beauty loud within our ears,
Rolling wind tossing through our hair,
Collapsing light absolute within the eyes.