THE WIND

The Wind was wild, whipping
   fiercely, fast
   Stirring, whirling leaves
     fragile, dead, dried --
       like the souls of Man
   Chaff in the currents;
     the Wind was.

I knew (how?) not to be afraid
   I fear the Father but
   not the Father's Wind
I knew not to be afraid
   This I knew.

It was then
   O just then,
     or there around,
I did first see the
     Globes, glowing
   Globes, unknowly
Globes of Light;  Behold.

---jrw 6:43am
3-18-96