Heather Pound

i feel the stir of the breeze

slight and soft against my skin

and reflect that the winds of

change move slow, too, in

this circumstance that aches

as breath catches in my chest

and i long for more than i can

do to move heavens and earth

for this.

but mid sigh

i lift my eyes

to treetops waving.

lacy fingers

stirred by a force

in the heavens

that i cannot feel

with my feet

firmly planted

on ground

and oh, how they dance!

and my heart remembers that

there is more than my

limited experience,

my point of view,

perception.

that change

has a force of its own,

that God does things

that my finite outlook

often cannot see

and the beat in my chest

joins in, slowly at first

but as i stay

in that moment hush,

my heart begins

to slip off her shoes,

lifts up her feet

and starts to dance.

—-our perspective isn’t the whole story and sometimes that is where hope is found.