wind of god

i once was lost in depression so I walked to the edge of life where a strong wind buffeted me wanting direction and finding a broad view it was deeply chilling needing peace in a very distant present i was afraid i sat down there and time ticked into awareness i had come in expectation in some small safety i noticed the dimming sky of perspective awaiting the calm i remembered ones who worry of safety i found only tiresome waiting when an inner instinct said, "Stand" and the wind sighed "Peace" in anxious disillusion i stood trembling then with fear fading of sadness without reason listening to the wind standing i gentled there came a later time when i realized what i had found that needed understanding that faith had come when i most needed from this dull sadness again alive i stand in the wind

This was written to a friend when it was needed. It was an integration of my own time in depression's sorrow. The poem is a labyrinth - a suitable frame for the feelings. It reads across the columns with the cross grain quality of being lost. It reads down like a normal that woke up on the wrong day. It reads in groups down and sideways like the wind blowing around corners. Without capitals and punctuation - because that is how things are then - except for a brief time while turning back home. It starts in fear and finishes in peace. The central metaphor is Wind = Spirit.

1journey.net     jan 1992 elias