Rushing Mighty Wind

 Rushing Mighty Wind

This ground beneath
Broken and torn 
Clenched teeth,
I need to be Reborn.

Divine Spirit above
Free to soar
Carry me in Love,
May Heaven Roar!

Within these walls
Isolated and closed
Open hands call,
My soul fully exposed.

Bombarded in thought
Scared and skinned
How hard I fought
To see eternities grin.

Becoming a Bride
Wearing new skin
The turning inside,
Like a Rushing Mighty Wind.

By Criselda A. Barker