It is good to be hidden in rain.
It is good to be under the fingerprints
of green foliage among trees.
It is good to be hidden in the hand, in prayer,
to be under the wing.
To be hidden by wave upon wave, and behind the waterfall.
To be hidden in the womb and the fluff of the nest,
to be held in the cloth of motherly care.
To be under the night sky of a new moon
in the middle of a field looking into star upon star,
in the grass, hidden.
Such times were given to us so that we may listen,
and speak and be heard.
So that we may find ourselves
alone in the presence of greatness.
So that we may know we
and yet find the universe is expanding on our breath
and upon each thought as we crest the tides
of love in being