breath of God

even as evening creeps in,
even as the western sky bleeds,
i stand in awe,
at the gush of wind,
the billowing gush,
like an angels breath,
cooling and invigorating.
such ethereal zephyr.
that animated the lump of clay,
filled it lungs and pumped life,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.

i am swept by the gales,
the vortex of the tornado,
in whose eye i find peace,
whose rage was tamed,
in the burgeoning tempest,
and all was calm,
not a sound just peace,
i rock in the boat,
to marvel at such power,
i let it steer,
from coast to coast,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.