The Wind

By Ashrei (Ima Sari Wisenthal)

Shepherd in the Wind AI Art by Ashrei Ima Sari

Unseen - felt by your soul,

the beauty of experience, 

the hush of sparks; creation flows,

unwinding, breezing through it.

Twisting just to brush your face. 

A dying breeze, still - contains,

surrounded by His presence,

His light cuts right through,

Beautiful to see; the breath of a heart - a beat.

Walk in it with love - my love.

unlocked its secrets, yours to breathe,

You sparked depth beyond existence;

out of an abyss, a beast awakened -

A storm, a wind, so strong - magnetic, 

Consuming all who touch its whipping sounds,

Breaking souls of all who gaze,

the power of death of living in lies,

A woman like Eve, a man like Adam,

Only they knew how true echoes sound.

A gust that created all that contains you,

Winds of Abraham blowing over Isaac, 

A breath of Jacobs’ past,

Twisting through a shepherds’ journey.

Fierce whispers on Sinai Mount,

Plucking through a window on a hanging harp,

Washing over you - now,

Weaving from a distant, the whistling flute, 

Drifting words on tongues of wings -

Carries fruity secrets for all to hear,

From near and far, 

all will hear Your glory;

I am thy Wind,

I will tell its story.