O wind, O raging wind
Come seize me in your flight
Then bear me on your wings
Through realms of darkest night
Blow, blow with all your might
Blow, blow with all your might
Carry me and raise me
So high above all things
In your swirling vortex
Where loud your voice there sings
Blow, blow O king of kings
Blow, blow O king of kings
N`er deem to steal my heart
Nor yet all hope abrade
For truth shall be my guide
Of you I`m unafraid
Blow, blow until you fade
Blow, blow until you fade
Beautiful poem. Behold that fierce wind to open the door of magic land! Enjoyed it so much.
A strong declaration and great reinforcing element by repetition.
This speaks so powerfully toward life. Incredible, and beautiful.
To be carried above all things-what a great thought and you put it all so beautifully! Constance Yost
Valerie, Please post all you want on my God's Book blog page at betterthingsbegin.com and thx
we are born of the wind... and like the wind, have no home, or destination. love this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've said this before about your poems, so I'll say it again, I think this is one of your best, it leaves the reader wanting more, it's poetry at its very best, and it's an honour to read it. A truly fantastic poem.