Playing in the Wind
It’s a blowy day.
Clouds scuttling across the sky.
Leaves dancing…
Is this my time to fall?
A bird
doing a dance above
taking the wind currents
for a ride.
There are calm days.
There are blowy days.
There are days where the tempest
rages
Grateful for shelter we watch
from the safety of our homes
and pray for all who are
in the storm.
When the tempest of my soul
afflicts me with worry
let my heart find refuge
in the shelter
of Your wings.
Letting go
