The Wind Blows

The wind blows.

Hard and fast, against the shutters of our minds,

The wind blows.

“Holy, Holy …” it whispers

And we shun the dereliction

Of our slow-dissolving dreams.

The wind blows.

The wind blows.

Whirling the dust of our foundations

Into dervish shapes, chanting the walls will fall.

The wind blows,

Hard and fast, shattering, destroying,

The wind blows.

The wind blows.

Roots of our world reversed,

Outcry of angels,

The wind blows.

Wind that we cannot see, cannot name,

Wind we cannot contain,

The wind blows.

The wind blows:

Oh my soul, my soul!

Turned inside out,

Cringing from blazing light.

The wind blows,

Blows us over

Again and again, as fast as we can build,

The wind blows.

The wind blows,

Somersaulting the world

And every breath cries holy!

The wind blows.