The Storm's Little Speech

A psalm from Maui

A tree bent toward the sea but not broken.

Maui knows that sermon.

Black lava underfoot, blue water breathing, wind doing what wind does, trying to make everything explain itself.

But the tree just leans.

Still rooted. Still reaching. Still green in the places life could have quit.

Maybe faith is not standing straight.

Maybe faith is learning how to bend toward beauty after the storm has had its little speech.