Out there—
beyond droplets that topple onto asphalt-lined homes
beyond a roaring of beeping wheels,
rushing.

An infatuation with occupation,
entangling the mind.
Beyond our debris-drunken rivers

a stillness.

Where even the wind
obeys,
blowing in reverence.
Where birch trees
bow and bend in surrender—
subdued.

Where long prairie grass delights in its waltz,
and eight-legged creatures drift where its gust commands.

He commands,
ravens soar in its path,
and even stone yields to its blast.

All the world,
in oneness,
fulfilling the same command.

Teach me.

I want to feel.
I want to hear
the Sound—
like a mighty, rushing wind.

Come down.
Have Your way.

Your presence,
breathing life into all things.

Learn from His creation.
Hear its song.
See the invisible conductor.