In A Gust
In A Gust
A gust of wind on a too hot day
brings a chill and evokes a shiver.
It moves gracefully about us
And through the fields of high green grass,
As if manipulated by an unseen hand.
It to sway’s about as in a winsome dance.
Sometimes a gust of wind on a still day is just what we need
To remind us of the many gifts of God.
At what stage of life do the wonders and mysteries
We took delight in as children
Become a hindrance to us as adults?
While a child sees the opportunity to fly a kite in a breeze,
An adult thinks only of an approaching storm.
I think sometimes God sends us gusts of wind
On a still day to remind those of us who forget,
That He loves being recognized,
Love’s His name on our lips.
Yet we tend to forget that.
Maybe a gust of wind is His way of saying,
Look at His wonders through the eyes of a child.
Step barefoot into that swirling grass.
Listen to the breeze as it kisses each dancing blade.
Allow your heart to simply feel delight, as a child would.
Be awed by the varied shades of dark and light greens swirling around you.
Marvel at the Monarch butterfly that dances on the breeze you share,
Its wings made even more vibrant by the suns light.
Be joy-filled for the scents and sounds of life.