Friday, May 6, 2016

Blown by the Wind

The wind
It moves me
From the cycle of sparkling currents
To the hurricanes of tragic disaster 
From the gentle breeze on a scorching day
To the violent gusts that threaten my way

The Spirit
He moves me
From the routine of blessed worship
To the groans accompanied by my tears
From the comfort of recalling His ancient Word
To the wounds caused by It's reading

From the rustling of leaves to the tornado blasts
From that still small Voice to His thunderous claps

Though slowed by solace and rushed by adrenaline
My heart continues to beat
My lungs continue to breathe

Though content to remain unseen
The wind
The Spirit
They move me

*Inspired by 
Ezekiel 37:9,10
John 3:8
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