Accept It as the Spirit Wind

I love late afternoon,
Light slowly fading,
Especially in winter cold,
Clouds above still holding snow.

Can you feel dark peace…
Slowly making its presence known,
As wind is no longer warmed by Sun,
Released as a gift from waiting.

My face burns, my fingers and toes
Are turning numb.
There’s no need to worry.
I’ll soon be heading Home.

It brings my heart to elation,
To grasp fuller awareness—
Coldly realizing this time/place
Of lovely meaningless grace.

As flakes of snow begin to fall,
Inevitably they do, the silence
Brings me into nameless space—
White, wild, indivisible.

When it comes to you, do not run away.
Accept it as the Spirit Wind,
Blowing where it wills—where out of emptiness,
You hear the whispered Voice of God.