It was the wind

After Romans 8: 22-29

It was the wind I noticed

first, as it increased

from breeze before

it progressed to storm,

the wind carrying all

before it, sweeping away

what was to leave space

for what will be, its noise

a groaning in my ears,

a groaning so harsh it tears

at the heart of my soul,

stripping away the clay

so carefully constructed,

exposing the nakedness

to cleanse, to clothe,

to lift up.

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