“you make the
clouds your chariot,
you ride on the wings of the wind,” Psalm 104:3b
you ride on the wings of the wind,” Psalm 104:3b
Wind-rider,
cool our anger
with soft breezes
of grace;
blow the cobwebs
of apathy
from the corners
of our souls;
knock us off our
assumptions
with a mighty gust
of wonder
© 2019 Thom M. Shuman
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