WIND

in the air, on my face

whole trees dancing

branches and leaves, abandoned to self

whistling fury, demanding its way,

bringing about change

whether good or bad…

warm currents of spring promise,

death cold of winter storms…

I’ve always loved the sound,

the feel, the sights ~ of wind

clouds racing across the sky ~

of beautiful blue or threatening gray

In awe of God’s power displayed in these winds,

no less in the gentle breezes of summer

Wonderful Holy Spirit always comes to mind

He also brings dancing and change

and fury

Listen to hear Him, be open to feel

See His handiwork all around if you will

Beautiful and threatening

yet gentle as a breeze

I’m in love with all of this

And grateful beyond measure

That I am His.