Wither that old breeze?
His humble, hushing dance across these late-September meadows,
His sweet and singing séance with those ancient, groaning trees,
His gentle gusts like whispers through red and golden leaves.
Oh, I ask again, once more, wither that old breeze?
His carefree, crooning symphony with cattle’s chorus low,
His soft and wandering whistle with the warble of the stream,
Whence the dirge he sadly moans?
Whence his melody?
The haunting ode he chants – by God – I feel it in my bones!
His subtle suspirations reveal the things he’s seen,
How since the loss of Eden, he too has been bereaved.
For once when time was tender,
When time indeed was young,
He sang in joyful unity with sweet angelic tongues.
When man was first created, from dust he did become,
The blessed breeze became the breath in Eve and Adam’s lungs.
Upon the breeze their songs did flow,
A melody of freedom,
Cor ad cor loquitur.
Symphony.
Creation.
Alas, then came the tempter, that cold cacophony,
A hissing serenade he made to twist the mind of Eve;
Pride he dressed as reason, lust he dressed as love,
The true, the good, the beautiful he sought to make corrupt.
That prideful pluck – that bitter bite! – that Eve and Adam made
Of fruit forbade, and there they were, naked and afraid.
Banished east of Eden, the baronies of bliss,
Until the day that Adam’s Son received the traitor’s kiss.
This tale the breeze did whisper, and then I came to know,
He was not without purpose, his song was not just show.
The answer to my question, then, wither that old breeze?
He hums a hymn of hope and peace,
For he is headed East.
Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born anew.’ The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes; so it is with every one who is born of the Spirit.”
~ John 3:8 ~
Just beautiful!! Especially in these times when we need hope for the East!