Where does the wind begin or end,
as whispers swell to wonder...
holding feathered wings
and dreams in flight...
dissolving worry into cirrus clouds
unable to threaten...
sheer power caressing each fear,
sifting need from want...
Your presence like fingers
running through my hair.
patricia spreng
touching write... filled with solace and peace... also, I felt a slight breeze as I read this... (no really, I'm currently by my open window lol) smiles... :)
ReplyDeleteso gentle a pen on this one...so comforting...like snuggling up to a quilt....
ReplyDeletei like the implied intimacy of that last lines too....
This poem calms me, Patricia…. I really liked the last stanza…what a beautiful picture of the way God works!
ReplyDeleteWindy beaches are a delight..... and wind itself has often been a source of great pondering for me also... I picture trees fanning it along, sliding it past the lives and hearts of so many others before it sweeps me into its arms, flowing through and past like a collective sigh of contentment... I agree with Brian... Your poem has an incredible gentleness about it.......
ReplyDeleteHolding feathered wings and dreams. This is so fascinating, what a dreamy picture!
ReplyDeletelove how his presence runs like fingers through your hair...so palpable and real... beautiful pic as well..
ReplyDeleteHello - "sifting" by the wind. I like the idea of that - when no clouds threaten and only waves and sand and always the sense of what is present and what is lost. Well done.
ReplyDeletePatricia, this took my breath away. I enjoy your blog and feel the power of presence here. Hasn't being part of hospice been such a grace?
ReplyDeleteI like the comfort and gentleness of your words ~ If we trust everything to Him, our worries will gently fly away ~
ReplyDeleteGentle and beautiful.
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