Poem - The Wind by Robert Lewis Stevenson

A nor'easter continues to blow across the Northeastern United States. I love the sound of wind storms... like shouting one minute and whispering the next. I love the uncertainty of whether or not the lights will go out. I like hearing cracking branches (once I'm sure they aren't going to fall onto and harm anyone or anything) and blowing leaves. I am amazed that something so powerful can be invisible. There is a thrill being surrounded by a small sample of God's power and sovereignty. I am reminded how small and vulnerable I am but also that I am a part of a bigger, fascinating creation.


The Wind
by Robert Lewis Stevenson

I SAW you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song.

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field or tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song.