Quiet on the Wind {a #poem}

On the wind
His words gently breezing
through the pinwheel
turning, iridescent blue
blowing across the surface
moving gently, forcing
me to hear, “I’m here”
while I ponder slowing–
less turning, more still-
like the quiet trees
hushing, the soft branches
suspended, punctuation
placed securely on the pages
of the sky, declaring a full stop.

I’ve heard rumors of His kindness,
long to be bathed with words.
I lean in lingering,
straining for His voice.
Cupping His hand o’er my ear,
He shares secrets like a lover,
and I am washed into waking
shocked at the power
of quiet on the wind.

4 thoughts on “Quiet on the Wind {a #poem}

  1. Nancy, I hope you do have a chance to soak in the words of 'God in the Yard…..' and share with me what Jesus shows you. Like maybe in October???

    Thanks for reading–here's to Springtime and new decks!

  2. With spring fast approaching, and a new deck to enjoy, I must get that book! I remember you mentioning it before, and being intrigued. Your poem is lovely–I was especially moved by the lines “declaring a full stop” (What wonders await when we do!) and “waking shocked at the power of quiet on the wind.” Miraculous, really, how we can sense his power in the stillness. Thank you, Jody!

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