Sunday, September 13, 2015

Wind, A Poem About The Source Of Peace


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Wind,
A Poem About The Source of Peace


God sends the wind
By command or the movement
Of His hand.
He hurls it
From across seas
To throw waves against rock walls.
Hard mountains give it force
Until
Like a fist, it rips trees
To expose the naked roots.
With fury, it shreds roofs
And twist bridges of iron and steel.
It rolls with icy thunderclouds
Above hills, forest, and deserts.
Charged by the heat of the sun,
It becomes invisible towers of thermals.
Which
Like a mighty unseen hand that lifts
The creator nearest heaven
Who
Softly rest her wings
On its updraft
And the eagle
Cradled in the breath of the Creator
Is gently carried in peace.

(c) A.E. Dozat 9/13/15