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Sunday, 7 December 2014

Something in the Wind

There is something in the wind
That stirs my soul and fills it
With deepest wonder.

On a bright spring day, the new
Green leaves burst forth from
The buds. The wind rocks them
To sleep with its gentle
Breath, warm,
With a hint of the south.

On a stormy summer night,
These leaves rustle and sway
With tempestuous winds,
That shriek hollow curses in the darkness,
Lashing tears of violence from great
Black thunder clouds
On panes of glass.

Then the still calm heat,
Relieved by a breath of fresh air
That stirs the trees
And the long blades of fresh green grass,
Sending ripples over still waters.

The waters that He walked upon,
Sun shadows dancing among the leaves
That He sat under,
His face uplifted and eyes closed,
Dancing light on His face.
The breeze plays with His dark hair,
Riffling it over His broad shoulders.

Now I sit on my stairs along,
With great maple trees
Before me at eye-level. The wind
Changes the shape of those trees -
The shape, the colour, the movement, the sound -
From day to day.

Like that moment
In an upper room,
When a great sound as of rushing wind was heard -
Like the voice in the still, small sound
Of the wind -
I listen.

It takes shape in the wind -
For my soul to hear. Wonder
Comes first, in the stillness -
In the beauty.
Then comes understanding.

There is a thin veil that separates us -
I cannot see Him for it.
The wind stirs my soul, not one corner
Is left untouched. The veil flutters and sways.
Once or twice,
It is blown nearly away. I wish to
Possess the beauty that lies behind it,
But, as when a bright light is flicked on,
I can't help but shut my eyes.
The stirring of the breeze or the wind
In my soul does not have the power
To tie back -
Or rip down -
That veil.

So I bide my time,
Filled with wonder by the wind.
It never fails to ignite
Hope, to fire up
Desire, to fill me
With awe and surrender.

One day I will walk past the veil -
With my eyes wide open. Until then,
I wonder at the something in the wind
That fills my soul with such deep longing.
And I wait -
For that something will never disappear.