THE MAGNIFICENT WIND

 THE MAGNIFICENT WIND

In awe of creation

As the magnificent wind.

The earth and water may own magnanimous

But the wind trumps them deftly.

in its palms, holds invisible wisp of life

Raises all life forms

The trees, the great beasts and the deadliest virus

In its shawl, it gives wings to the feeble

Safe from the terrible.

The wind is a sentinel

Working at the silent command of a great general

The hand of God protecting his creation

From the glowing streams of brass bullets  

Encircling in the days of tribulation.

The wind has ears

It carries the cries of starving babies

Across the miles from obscure poverty-ridden capitals

To the ends of the world.

It bears witness to the sobs of the abused

The sighs of the frustrated

The prayer of an endangered disciple -

Spending adulations on Him.

The wind has a eye

It sees into the soul of darkness

And brings forth the hidden secrets 

As we see at dawn.

The wind plays melo music 

Sometimes it draws on the order of many voices

Crystallize the stench of blood;

Putrid bodies in wars

The thunder clasp

To the sweet scent of rain -

Promising the season 

Of prosperity or drought...

The wind is an eclectic phenomenon

Colourfully dancing in the aurora -

from the north to the south hemisphere 

It sings ballads on witty days

Yet 

A terribly impatience gnome

Shattering the peace of other elements.

The wind is an eerie stranger

It chases the desert sands to great lengths

And hauls the ocean depth to amazing heights

No one orders it save its creator

Who tell it to go far or near.

The wind is God's private charter

Riding across the face of the universe 

Forth and back

Finely concealing a timeless mystery 

The presence of a magnificent order.