In the Winnowing Wind

As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God — Psalm 42:1

The gentle creatures,

the ones who seem

to arise from the brush,

emerge from the trees,

quietly appearing

as if from air,

remind us 

of the constant care

God gives —

protection, provision,

peaceful surroundings —

because He loves

and attends His creation

as He did in the beginning,

as He does now, 

and when I am still

enough to listen, 

I hear His assurance

in the winnowing wind

through the trees

and my heart

rests in the truth

of my existence —

I am a daughter

of the King.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2021

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