I come to speak.
Not from a physical place but from the clouds and the winds.
Though my physical form is weary, for a time I am not here.
I appear before man for purpose not gain.
To take gain would mean losing my hidden home.
To bring my being from realms unseen
To again be cloaked in human flesh
Is a suffering worth enduring.
To see this world cloaked in pain.
At times it is too much to bear.
I go back to the cloud and the wind.
The place of clarity
The place of freshness.
The Author of this beauty has a heart for those below.
I will go.
Down through the pollution of hate and greed.
Clouds of darkness and children crying.
To the wars.
To the deceptions.
My breath is fresh from the Ethereal winds.
I bring heaven's experience to the dark.
To both the “haves" and the “have nots.”
To bring Heaven's healing breath.
The joy of unearthly love.
The Father of all has had enough.
An army is coming with lungs filled with life.
Speech that restores.
Hands that heal.
It’s those who ride the wind.
Bringing the storm to the cruel.
They will blow their houses down.
When I get weary and overwhelmed He brings me back.
Heavens Heart Beat is Him.
It is in me.
It is for you.
In only a moment of time.
The time of eternity.
I am refreshed.
Greater than before.
I go again.
To you and you.