God is like the Wind...
Gathering memories and acornspine cones, sticks and worms
kicking, crunching crisp fallen leaves
breaking sticks and listening to
church bells toll songs of
hymns he does not know
takes me back to my childhood ways
of living and playing in Autumn's
breezey pleasant days
feeling the wind tickle my hair
hearing my grandson declare,
"God is like the wind. We can't
see him, but he is there."
I turn my face to you, Oh God,
Let your warmth fill me invade
my blood. Thank you for giving me
a home, a life, a spirit free
You are, "The wind beneath my wings"
lift me up and let me sing
your praises.
kathy lockhart
10/04/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 22:01
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