The Wind's Not Always At Your Back

The wind's not always at our back
the sky is not always blue.

Sometimes we crave the things we lack
and don't know what to do.

Sometimes life's an uphill ride
with mountains we must climb.

At times the river's deep and wide
and crossing takes some time.

No one said that life is easy
there are no guarantees.

So trust the lord continually
on calm or stormy seas.

The challenges we face today
prepares us for tomorrow.

For faith takes our fears away
and peace replaces sorrow.

Clay Harrison





Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.

-excerpt from Sand and Foam, by Kahlil Gibran



A root is a flower that disdains fame.

-excerpt from Sand and Foam, by Kahlil Gibran



The Wind

The wind is gently moving through the trees.
Catching sunlit leaves in it's ever changing song.
The flowers sway, as if to float away
with the breeze that only visits, not for long.
The sounds we hear as breezes softly blow,
are the music to the colors in the snow.
Here is a diamond, bright with sunlit hue,
and the sapphire's soft and gently muted blue.
The green of emeralds glisten in the snow,
reflected hues that seem to endless flow.
The colors all have lived within the wind,
to rise and fall, and then to rise again.
The endless cycle plays before our eyes
and dances with the wind, from sunlit skies.
This dancing, swirling, wholly lonely wind,
has come to me before, and shall return again
with colors bright, all nestled in it's wings,
to fall upon sweet lovers as it sings.

Used with permission-
© 1997 Tulsabutterfly All Rights Reserved

"The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.
" (John 3:8)

The Breath Of God.....
Life's a little thing!
Robert Browning once wrote.
But a little thing can mean a life.
Even two lives.
How well I remember.
Two years ago in downtown Denver my friend, Scott, and I saw something
tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else even seemed to notice.
It was one of those beautiful Denver days.
Crystal clear, no humidity, not a cloud in the sky.
We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor restaurant rather than
take the shuttle bus that runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall.
The restaurant, in the shape of a baseball diamond,
was called The Blake Street Baseball Club.
The tables were set appropriately on the grass infield.
Many colorful pennants and flags hung limply overhead.
As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly hot.
There wasn't a hint of a breeze, and heat radiated up from the tabletop.
Nothing moved, except the waiters, of course.
And they didn't move very fast, either.
After lunch Scott and I started to walk back up the mall.
We both noticed a mother and her young daughter
walking out of a card shop toward the street.
She was holding her daughter by the hand while reading a greeting card.
It was immediately apparent to us that she was so engrossed in the card
that she did not notice a shuttle bus moving toward her at a good clip.
She and her daughter were one step away from disaster when Scott started to yell.
He hadn't even gotten a word out when a breeze blew the card
out of her hand and over her shoulder.
She spun around and grabbed at the card,
nearly knocking her daughter over.
By the time she picked up the card from the ground and turned back around
to cross the street, the shuttle bus had whizzed by her.
She never even knew what almost happened.
To this day two things continue to perplex me about this event.
Where did that one spurt of wind come from
to blow the card out of that young mother's hand?
There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch or during
our long walk back up the mall.
Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his words out,
the young mother might have looked up at us
as they continued to walk into the bus.
It was the wind that made her turn back to the card
in the one direction that saved her life and that of her daughter.
The passing bus did not create the wind.
On the contrary, the wind came from the opposite direction.
I have no doubt it was a breath from God protecting them both.
But the awesomeness of this miracle is that she never knew.
As we continued back to work, I wondered how God
often acts in our lives without our being aware.
The difference between life and death can very well be a little thing.
Miracles often blow unseen through our lives.
Thank you,
~Gail~
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