Omnificent Wind
She felt glory of God and blessed in her shaking of the oak trees today. They danced at her bidding, and she was validated. I am the wind! She yelled, as she held out her hands and showed her truth. Showing them her full power, full tilt. She had never felt more powerful. She must have been traveling at seventy or eighty miles an hour. She lifted one sapling from its roots. Oops. Did not mean to do that. Cut back her power just a bit. I am the wind! She roared. The grasses bowed to her and the trees shook.
powerful mother
the trees quake in her presence
omnificent wind
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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