whipping
The wind pushes aside each leave
one by one
turning them over to the sun
thrusting aside branches
moving across the grass
throwing aside my hair
A gusty playful blast
Up around my ankles
down to the tips of my fingers
An unseen river
rushing just to my left
Everything is pulsing
moving
pushing
breathing
thinking
beating
lifting!
needing
to move
to be
more and more
alive
with this day
ALIVE
I say
No stillness within
No stillness without
But I need
I long, I ache to hear God speak to me
so I still my soul to wait
for the still small voice
