Blessed To Meet the Wind
Blessed was I to see the wind
And yes, I felt her breath.
Her beauty held me spellbound
to dream of unto death.
She pranced lively never to trace,
her ivory face was carved from grace.
She could not understand our kind,
or of our fate, to her be blind,
but lessoned me in modesty
and lasting glee of feeling free.
She granted me a dance afloat,
above white clouds in skies remote,
showing the slightest glimpse to me
of constant motion, God’s decree,
to cherish all my days.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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