Wind Blown Poem by Carol Fleming Klein
Wind Blown
Rating: ★5.0
Wind Blown
Like a feather
dipping and drifting
on a playful wind.
We often
drift through our lives
moving here
and there
but without purpose
or place
to belong
Until
the 'wind' of the Holy Spirit
is allowed
to carry us
in the grip
of love
which calls our 'feathery'
frivolous self
Into place and position...
A tool in the hand
of Almighty God.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: god,holy spirit,purpose
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written some time in the last year or so, as an introduction or beginning coupled with two sketches of feathers, one floating and one dipping into a bright blue bottle of " Holy Spirit Ink." This took up the first 3 pages of a blank paged journal entitled Dream Planner: Inspired By: The Dream Giver
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4/26/2024 1:22:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem about wind blown.