Windy

Hard winds blow and sparrows shiver
Seeking shelter under Your wing
For Your eye upon him rests

Gusts and gales prevail and eagles come out to play
Riding high on winds that wail
Your breath their playground

What freedom
Such peace

Knowing I can hide

Or fly

In Your presence
Your pleasure
Your love

5 Comments

emily wierenga on March 4, 2011 at 4:48 am

"your breath their playground"…

oh kim, i love this. love it. xo
Kati patrianoceu on March 4, 2011 at 8:50 am

This expresses such faith, faith with joy…
Joybird on March 7, 2011 at 6:09 am

I'm a sparrow today but it's encouraging to read and remember that there are eagle seasons too.
CM on March 10, 2011 at 3:53 am

Beautiful. It's nice to know we can "hide" or we can "fly" thanks to Him.
Leslie on March 13, 2011 at 2:48 pm

i see Him when I watch the birds, too : )

this is a LOVELY poem, kim…