A Storm's Aftermath - late summer afternoon's
A stilled moment.
As spelled the air
Intensified that felt of it:
Peace; the Saviour's.
With each touched-by-the-sacred grass
Twitches not in
Heard as what for whose praise, thereout
Grasshopper's, pours.
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