Windswept Silence | a poem

Windswept Silence 

Twirling eddies, rustling colors spin together

tornado in cool breeze

pushing, throbbing, grabbing at my hair

i am spun in the dance.

invisible fingers close around mine

the wind’s song, and my feet

never touch the ground.

soft drops of rain, a crystal chandelier

breathless melody of thunder

lightning far off – distant star.

my wet feet and the hair around my shoulders

silent gasp with windblown leaves

like the rainbow before a storm.

all stills in the drop of an acorn

glistening drops cling to every bud

watching

for the voice of the storm

to call us into the dance again.

but until then

we wait.

frozen dance floor against my toes

the beckoning that the breeze

longs to hear.

Dear Friend,

Two days ago, I stood in the sharp gusts of air that billowed before the full storm arrived. Leaves twirled like a tornado, and my little siblings screamed and ran to gather armfuls - but they all slipped by in a moment. And then it stilled. Little bits of hail began to fall from the heavens like diamonds, and we watched, transfixed.

Even in the power and glory of a storm, the heavens still bid to God's still, small voice. And every trial you face can also grow silent when we fix our eyes upon Jesus. He's not only the author of our stories but also of today.

Never give up.  ♥

For behold,

He who forms mountains,

And creates the wind,

Who declares to man what his thought is,

And makes the morning darkness,

Who treads the high places of the earth—

The Lord God of hosts is His name.

- Amos 4:13

~♥~