Wherever the wind blows,
may it bear more than air,
let it carry me there
however it weaves, goes.
I’m aflight everywhere.
So simple the morning,
when light is first dawning,
sweet newness is yawning.
With a whisper the breeze,
sets me down on my knees,
so its’ beauty I seize …
wherever the wind blows.

Wherever the wind blows
pearlescent pink peeks, winds,
shadows leave mountains … kind,
as nature sits, thinks, dines.
Sprinkles of life splatter,
in red blotches scatter.
Radiant souls—dapper—
swirl ‘neath the moon, chatter.
Enraptured with winds’ grace,
I strain to see her face
hidden in cloudy lace
wherever the wind blows.

Wherever the wind blows,
something wings beyond sight
whether it be day … night,
it flitters in delight.
Soaring supreme, serene,
the wind welds no control
on this translucent soul;
we merely watch it glow.
There’s no greater beauty
than holy majesty!
Angels fly daintily.
I go where the wind blows

watch for intervention …
wherever the wind blows.