Strength

I stand and watch,
Wild currents in the air.
Clouds drift in confusion,
By some great force...up there.

Trees raise up their branches,
In matchless, frantic glee.
A strength within the elements,
So full of energy.

The flow of wind is endless,
No knowledge of its source.
Unraveling through a distance,
Upon a tractless course.

So like a crowd of people,
That saunter out and in.
Each one full of purpose,
And chiseled in a grin.

A countenance of currents,
Concealed within a nod.
Strong men move to action,
Beneath the power of God.


E.P. 1908 - 1989