I
live inside raw power this morning. I
live in a forest and the wind is up, strong and consistent. I sat outside in the dark to listen and
watch. The trees moaned like mammoth
abstract harps, swaying lovers crowded in a ballroom their gowns and tails
swishing up a ballad.
I
love this bridled power, the harnessed strength that you feel and know the
mercy of the bridle. I have lived in the
wind when it has slung its bridle off like so much thin web and lumbered across
land and civilization tossing all aside in a wrath that terrifies. Yes there is A Mercy in the bridle that
allows me to stand under the swaying trees and sing this morning…
How
Great Thou Art.
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