If you have ever been afraid; this one is for you.
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.” Proverbs 31:25
wild, into the face of the wind,
facing faceless circumstances
choices & chances,
Unknown with a capital ‘U’.
pouring out of her smiling lips
like a roar
falling over rugged stones & tumbling steep—
rocky wilderness cradling her like a blanket.
She feels it; from her littlest toe,
to the last wind whipped wisp of her graying head—
hers, but not hers.
felt within, but not conceived—
her fragile soul
empowered by Someone Greater
guarded by ultimate power,
trusting in ultimate benevolence,
held by an ultimate love.
If the King of the Universe loved you to Death—
The Self-existent I AM breathing life into your faint & fragile existence—
You look to her in wonder—
wonder where she came from
where she’s going—
Is she mad?
what wind moves her
through the forest and the valleys of so many shadows & death—
some not even her own?
She looks with piercing eyes
painfully at peace:
“Give the Glory where it’s due,” she says.
“He raises the Dead.”