Freshening winds before the storm,
Cool my face, whip my hair,
My body zings
In this invigorating air.

Powers are gathering up above
Clouds and energies moving along,
Excitement breathes,
I feel myself vast and strong.

I hear the rolls of thunder great,
A scent of lightening on my cheek,
The lion roars
Awe and wonder way down deep.

I move slowly towards my door,
I hesitate to ask for more.
There's only me and I can see
There's more in heaven than
There was before.

Phyllis This poem is shared from Father Lou Anderson's private collection.

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