A wind I’ve not heard before
Today
A rush upon the rain
An energy
A constant speaking, the whirring
A struggle to understand
Some language I believe in
And cannot yet decode
Thus, a dread
Faith filled,
I will not prophesy
But beware

A wind I’ve not heard before
Today
A rush upon the rain
An energy
A constant speaking, the whirring
A struggle to understand
Some language I believe in
And cannot yet decode
Thus, a dread
Faith filled,
I will not prophesy
But beware
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
A soul set aflame
A heart that stirred when hearing
The sound of my voice
…and I’ll find my way,
striding on the energy.
Nay -dancing, on it.
Tho’ my joints should ache
I’ll know that I cannot care
…there’s a row to hoe.