Monday, May 20, 2013

Prelude to a Storm

I watched the storm roll in.
In my backyard.
Ominous clouds moving eastward.

Looking west, leafed branches move violently.
Winds stir quick movements.
And seconds later I am caught in the squall.
Yet the trees have stilled.

A hawk soars above and catches air.
Normally graceful, but now glides erratically on gusts. 

Grass pulsing in invisible currents.
The draft shares lilac's fragrance.

I stand in awe.
I wonder at nature.
Divine art in motion.
Creation orchestrated by Providence.

And I just want that to be me.
Guided by the Author of my soul.
Doing what I was made to do.
Driven by His passion.
Moved by His power.
to bend 
or sway 
or soar
or pulse
as He sees fit.

Standing in the yard
just before a storm
and my soul aches
to be directed 
by the same Beauty
directing the zephyr.

Winds conceive longing
spirit births Spirit.

And I am reborn in the backyard.

The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, 
has magnificently cleared the air, 
freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny 
at the hands of sin and death. 
Romans 8:1 (The Message)

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