The Four Winds

The Breeze, The Summer on Cold Run shivers up my neck in pleaseant waves.
as I hear the master speak words that haunt me soul and bring me to my knees.
I never thought I might never know the glories being told.
Could I repeat them to a single soul when the winds have left?
Its Not Bass or Treble CLeft or even music coming here but release to hear
the Winds as they Draw near.

Like a rampage of silence.
Tanquility sitting on your shoulder and a teacher embracing your heart and speaking without words but knowledge comes and settles in.
It's knowing without hearing and hearing without ears for those who are deaf.
Seeing for those who are blind. The Four winds have come in the devine.

Without knowing where to go from this place for there could be no paradise from here
the pitter patter. The calm and the storm has left and now silence remains.
A calm silence that if it never was. It might not ever be broken.
But like men we do. All return to a settlement of what we now have.
For what GLory would there be without the outpouring of the Spirit.
And what difference might there be if there was no mediocrity in the air.

But my heart goes out. and praises him for his grace, comfort and overshadowing of his GLory in this wicked place.