What is It
by Kathleen HighamTouching me, surrounding me
Sometimes warm, or fiercely cold
Strong, then maybe wispy
Its presence is often bold.
Facing it can be exhilarating
A freeing moment may come
Depending on your circumstance
It brings a balance to some.
Riding through it on my bike
Pushing hard to test
Walking gently in the night
I think I like that best.
But, floating in the ocean
Lifting my face to greet
Or strolling on a sandy beach
We will always, always meet.
Observing this incredible gift
For it bends, sways the trees
Leaves swirling haplessly
These are sights that please.
It can come ferociously
Destroying all that's near
No warmth or comfort then
Just a devastating fear.
The waves become monstrous
In a violent rage, it churns
Or encouraging an ember
Until a massive fire burns.
Coming from the spiritual realm
May steal your breath away
But, only God releases it
And changes it every day.
This element is everywhere
In the morning, afternoon, night
The wind will surely find you
Let you feel its power and might.
How I love the unpredictable
When the wind embraces, I see
A reminder of my Lord to come
The wind, His breath touches me.
This poem was a finalist in the
January 2008 poetry contest
