from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Desert willow silhouette
in dawning sky—
wind moves, it moves.
Wind, dawn. the sky line.. fine reflections, packing up a lot in small lines. thank u dear Glen. tony
you're welcome, tony, and thank you. what might interest you—because of the analogy jesus makes in john 3 between God's spirit and wind, a few of my poems explore the literal and figurative effects and meanings of the wind. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot is spoken through three words. Desert, Dawn and the Wind. I can visualise the vastness of the Grand universe. Well done, Glen
hey, geeta! nice to see your picture with your comment. thank you! akin to what i understand the hindu understanding is, wind and spirit are the same word in both the hebrew and the greek languages. does anything move without the spirit? -glen