Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Bending

There is a holiness in the wind
A subtle breath from heaven
A beauty in the white clouds
The trees feel it

The rocks know it
Creation bends to its sway
Unchanged since the dawn of time
The invisible agent
Comfort in the summer
Chill in the winter

A smooth breeze takes the edge off
         a stifling hot summer day
Like a cold glass of water to a
         parched throat
Soothing aloe on a burn

The breeze of God's Spirit
Such an otherworldly feeling
A supernatural wind
Melting my bones
Filling a well inside me
Opening my eyes
I see armored angels
As a waterfall of honey
Covers my spirit

5-28-12

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