Sing a canticle to wind
the storied words wrapped in hymn
carried on currents none may see
unroll the story for all to hear
by the concealed that topples hills
forces unleashed on tongue of praise
acclaiming with music also unseen
this combination of the veiled
a whispering shout seeking truth
believing nothing may exist
echoed by the utterance in transit
extols the breadth of everything.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20181222.
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