Ride the Winds
by Marilyn Martin
A Rock? Well, yes, but He is on the move.
No fixed security. I do not stand
On stable granite—no, I throw my arms
Around the neck of Him who rides the winds.
I give myself to Him who is alive,
Who will be what He will be. I let go
Of all I have determined He should be,
Of all expected ends, predicted ways,
And worship Him who, tameless, rides the winds.
Marilyn Martin says, “Walking in wonder and worship includes loving words and loving God with my mind.”
Photography by Kenneth Godoy
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and so will be my journey if I cling to Him…