Mighty Winds That Blow

I stand in awe of the force of natures call,

As I, of such diminutive stance,

am consumed by it all.

For the waves pound

Against a retreating ground,

And the winds roar

As flailing gulls attempt to soar.

Nothing, oh nothing are the likes of man

in comparison to the vastness of the blowing sand.

For I have seen and now I know,

That my time is not mine own,

But His….

That causes the mighty winds to blow.

J. Allen Wilson © September 26, 2004

Tybee Island, Georgia