Wind Storm (Audio Poem)

"Make the heart of this people calloused;
make their ears dull

and close their eyes."
Isaiah 6:10

Windy prophet hushing out your secrets

Under a gray ceiling of clouds, your

Mystery--still obscured to the crowd--

Sounds only as wind through the pines to their ears.

O numbing words to deafen!

O stunning light to blind!

The breath of your message breaks

With the force of thunder

And the tenderness of a whisper; still

They do not hear. They do not see.

O numbing words! O stunning light!

Wind in their faces tousling

Their hair, rustling clothes,

And flapping beards,

They rush into the hurricane,

Bodies angled against the wind

They never see; the wind, they never hear.

O numbing words! O stunning light!