Wind Blown




When the wind
moves in the trees,
I feel that God is talking
everywhere around me—

His voice—
silent for days—
now fills the hills and valleys
totally.

I can feel him move about me,
around my arms, over my nose and face,
lifting each hair, tasting every
piece of me.

Glorious wind of God,
blow me away.
Lift me, drop me,
carry me or kill me.

All is your caress,
anything your wind brings
will carry me
Home.