Poem July 2, 1984 Issue

"When the winds of God blow..."*

MARCIA YOUNGMAN

I walked a stony path,
stumbling, sliding, bumbling blindly,
clumsy-footed, vacant-eyed,
all murky thoughts within.

I climbed a granite pinnacle,
earth-rooted, star-flung,
and reached out to God in prayer.
A great wind rose, gleaning as it came
the exhilarating songs of the wilderness—
irresistible harmony.

It rushed through me, scoured me, swept me clean.
A gale of joy, a song of light,
it hurled out dismal, limiting thoughts,
obscuring shadows of willful wishes,
the barbed black bastion of bewilderment
illumined to nothing.

In the wake of the wind my thought was clear
to perceive God's shining, tender might
ever enfolding, upholding, and guiding me.
With delight I knew Love's will for me.
Enveloped in radiance and filled anew,
I took in light to give it out.

I flung out my arms and shouted Yes!
Yes to vision and vibrancy, patience and power.
Yes to seeing and being and doing good.
My sense of direction was focused and joyous.
The trees of the field clapped their hands.

I walked a stony path,
lithely, blithely leaping forward,
agile-footed, eager-eyed,
all luminous peace within.

MARCIA YOUNGMAN

*Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, p. 201.

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