Ruah

It's the wind that kept on blowing that mid-May afternoon--
as shadows stretched across bending grass,
and leaves sprinkled sunshine over shivering grins--
life in its full,
joy that is complete
when you simply be.

So real it's like a dream
and you never want to wake
to find that the sun shining through the leaves
is a lie.

He takes a picture of the sun, the clouds, the sky,

and you drink it all in.
You think he's fascinating,
he thinks you're drunk.

Maybe you're right (you are),
maybe he is (he's not),
either way the bells toll for you both.

And the wind,
the wind just keeps on blowing,
and your grin begins to tremble.
As you drink the day in you begin to giggle
and think, maybe he's right--
wouldn't that be fun?

It's that moment you can't forget
when He smiles
and you are shaken
to the core
that One so Good
should love you,
that, even though
you drive west in the morning with
the sunrise in your rear view mirror,
the Wind,
that Breath of dreaming and Spirit of truth,
keeps blowing in your ear.