God of the Winds

Part I

I'm laying in the sun soaking in the rays of Your presence. My skin's receiving the beginnings of that glow- what's left behind when I 'know' You. My eyes closed and my heart open, a cool breeze moves across me, tucks my hair to the side and gently touches my arm. You kiss my face, first warm then cool. God of the breeze, the gentle morning spring air. Your caresses are too much for the birds, they chatter and sing, laugh when You draw near. Time to play, to feel, to stand and know, to fly away.


Part II

We reached the ocean's shore early afternoon and ran to the waves, being thrown onto the sandy floor. The wind began to play with my hair- twisting and twirling in the an extravagant dance. Joy and beauty rose up in us all as we laughed and ran- splashing in the waters of Your wind.

We finished lunch and climbed the hills to the highest rock. Six adventurers, overcome by the strongest winds, letting it move us and free us from concern of looks, appearance, pretense, worry. We were being moved by Your wind, gripping the stone that we might not be thrown in to the crashing waves below. Fearful winds, and perfect delight in the terrifying grandeur of the God of the Winds.