Wind of Life
It was the wind that brought me back to life, back to the sureness of You
To feel creation blowing against my skin
the gift of release from walls and roofs, relief from constant shelter from you
You created out of chaos with wind, with voice, with dance.
We pretend we are not part of the rhythm, not part of the blowing about
We box ourselves in houses, in shops, in cars and churches,
dashing from door to door and avoiding the falling water
the continuing dance
Creator and Creating God
I knew I was alive with you
when I felt the wind blow with the prickly sureness of goose-bumped skin
November 12, 2011
10/29/2019 06:09:32 pm
I love this poem, and it affected me because it has something to do with how we value our lives and how thankful we should to receive the gift of life. Blessings, regardless if it’s big or small are stuff we should be thankful for. Please always remember that not all people can live their lives that long, so we should appreciate everything that we have right now. Besides, expressing gratitude is not hard at all!
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