WINDMILL

God is in the details,
And His Spirit's like the wind.
And no matter where this road may take me,
I know I'll always have a friend.

When I first saw the windmill,
I set my eyes on every blade.
And as it started turning,
I noticed every move it made.

The more I focused on the windmill,
The more the breeze began to blow.
And as I amazed at every detail,
The poems began to flow.

And as the wheels kept turning faster,
I carefully described their every turn.
And as the verses rushed more rapidly,
His Spirit in my heart more brightly burned.

Then one day those blades grew fuzzy,
And my words could not keep up.
For the winds were gusting strongly,
And overflowing was my cup.

And now that wheel is just a blur,
Because to the wind there is no limit.
And so I'll spread my wings and ride it,
Oh what a joy to now be living!


David J Allen
November 24, 2005


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