Air in motion

I hear the wind

Like my brother whistling

Even inside I'm cold

When I think of the way

The air can sweep right through you

I want to stand in it

To be enveloped

In something not me

But I am afraid of the cold

I never venture forth

To feel the power in the tempest

There is something so reassuring

About being loved so much

That such love could crush you

And that is what I see in the storm today

I could be crushed

Blown away

Ripped apart

By something as earthly as the wind

I think it is time

For me to go stand

In the raging, glorious whirlwind

Of love

And that, of course, is what He has for me