I Was Not There

When the wind picked up

and blew through my hair,

I stood still to listen

to God’s intuition.

And O, I was not there.

When the wind picked up

and turned tall grass

to waves upon the sea,

I needed no mention

of others’ intentions.

And O, I was not there.

When the wind picked up

and roared across the field in a hurry,

we made a prediction,

we ran with conviction,

sprinting through thunder,

laughing with wonder.

And O, I was not there.