Wind
Listen! Listen! Listen to the wind!
Listen to it whistle through the trees!
Listen to it rustle through the leaves!
Feel! Feel! Feel the cool breeze of the wind!
Cooling off the heat of day --
Laughing at the cruel sun --
Creation is refreshed by the wind!
Look! Look! Look at the dust!
Dust dancing in the wind --
The wind sweeping up the dust --
Creation is cleansed by the wind!
Where does the wind come from?
Where does it seek its home?
Who can create it? Who can control it?
We cannot see the wind
But we see what is swept by it.
We cannot touch the wind
But we feel it refreshing our souls ...
The Wind!
A likeness of the Spirit of God!
© summer of 1975, S. K. Smith
S. K. Smith - Poems - Nature - Wind
Regis
:-)
It is a tribute to GOD.
Until this day, no man can control or even explain the wind.
God's mystery still lies within.
John Michael
How volatile and moving this poem is, as fleeting as the wind! A good point for those who do not believe God exists.
Cynthia