"Peace, be Still"

WIND

I have tried to sense
a beauty in the wind
and hear a song in
the screeching gale,
to feel refreshed
by the bracing onslaught
of hurricane furry
pushing against my strength
wanting, somehow, to make it
a thing of beauty.
But I have failed.
So I take pleasure
in the peace that follows the wind,
while wanting it to stop
I cannot sit and wait
but must walk ever onward
through the day
yearning for that moment of calm
when he stretches his loving arms toward me
To say "Peace, be Still"