Three word Wednesday CXCVII
gentle, praise, vulgar

the wind it sings a lullaby
and tells me where it’s been
and though my body sleeps below
my soul as if on gentle wings
takes to the air where souls will sing
all gathered in amongst the stars
from all the corners of the earth
sing loudest harmonies
of praises to the one who made
us all and as we gather
angels watch in silence til
the dawn is raised in chorus
no vulgar words can ere compete
with glory blowing through the night
amid among around and round
through starshine moonshine
raining down as softly
as a mothers touch
each soul arrives back home and then
earth gravity settles all to stir
in waking heartbeats
memories pure
of nightsongs heard not
through the day but
we will once again be free
when sunsets pillowed wrapped
in quilts of deepest blue and
purple take us to
the midnight chorus once again
where we will soar in majesty

21 thoughts on “Windsong

  1. Dee Post author

    Thanks Thom and Bernard. The beginning was with me on my morning walk and I kept repeating parts until I could get somewhere with paper and pen. I will not leave the house without from now on! I was so afraid I would forget it 🙂

  2. Dee Post author

    Thomma, Ann, Ramesh, Shail, and Timothy – thank you so much for your kind words. This one felt just like it sounds as it was born. There is nothing quite like that experience 🙂

  3. annoa2

    This one felt like the theme song for this blog. Maybe this is what was gestating in all those miles to Pensacola and back. Beautiful.

    1. Dee Post author

      Thank you so much. Maybe downtime was what I needed whether I wanted it or not 🙂 I feel like I just got a hug!

  4. Jenna

    Gentle and lovely. Beautiful imagery. I am in love with this image especially:

    “when sunsets pillowed wrapped
    in quilts of deepest blue and

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