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Whisper of Whimsy on the Wind

Whisper of Whimsy on the Wind (16-8-98)

Shoulder high, swaying free

The fields, the crops, the winds and me,

The life Spirit within

Dancing like the thistle-heads around

But carried by joy, not whim

Like the myriad fluffballs, my swaying surround.

 

And yet, see, whim has beauty

And beauty’s dance partner is high purity

Test my heart, O Lord,

Let me dance upon my tested whims

With you always adored

Glorified in my moving limbs.

 

To the wind the thistle heads are carefree slaves

Caught like driftwood upon the waves

They have none to condemn

Like the heart of Him who never sinned

I wish my life to be like them

A whisper of whimsy on the wind.

 

 

 

(c) Nathanael Lewis 1998