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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about wind blown.