Where was the Wind?
She was riding the powerful gelding, Jack, In the shadows cast on the narrow
trail When the trees above her, soaring poplars Whipped like masts from side
to side Poles on a ship in a switching gale Pitching hard in baffled seas No
wind there to move the trees
The rushing force of the Holy Spirit
Windless will that makes things move
A ship that plunges into shadows
Bow that tastes the seas of night
And the watch on the deck the human soul
And she looked up: There was no wind
To make such tall trees dip and sway
Pavel
August 31, 2011
