Gentle wind
The wind blows where it wishes, and you can hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from or where it goes. John 3:8a
The Gentle Wind,
seeps into quiet corners,
where nothing else
had dared to go
or was able to reach!
Nothing escapes,
but gently is revealed,
every crack, every crevice,
every gaping fissure
that captured the essense
of darkness and despair
that brooded for so long.
Like the beams of
the morning sun,
its warm caress,
its loving touch,
soothes, heals and releases,
every hurt, every bitterness.
Like a deft craftsman
it breaks, it moulds, it reshapens...
Until....
It brings a new creation.
All things old are passed away,
behold all things are new.
The Gentle Wind,
seeps into quiet corners,
where nothing else
had dared to go
or was able to reach!
Nothing escapes,
but gently is revealed,
every crack, every crevice,
every gaping fissure
that captured the essense
of darkness and despair
that brooded for so long.
Like the beams of
the morning sun,
its warm caress,
its loving touch,
soothes, heals and releases,
every hurt, every bitterness.
Like a deft craftsman
it breaks, it moulds, it reshapens...
Until....
It brings a new creation.
All things old are passed away,
behold all things are new.
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