As I sit in my little cabin
listening to the rain on the glass
The wind whips the trees
in a most amazing dance
and branches hit the roof with a glance
I pray that they will stand firm
and not come tumbling down on my place
I remind myself of their years
of the roots that go deep in the earth
I imagine angels of heaven around
holding their trunks up straight
Though it whips through the tops
it cannot succeed in toppling them down
The sound of the wind is forceful
as the sound of the waves on the coast
It excites that part within me
that yearns for power and change
Not the power of men or machine
but the power of heavenly birth
That will bring forth a new dimension
and establish a new earth
by Debra
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