Wind

From where do you come?

no one seems to question the wind.

it either is or it isn’t.

yet we as a species struggle with GOD.

what generates wind?

not the stirred air of a fan.

not the gust of a closing door.

what makes that which blows the leaves from the trees?

what makes that which wreaks havoc in the trailer park?

we accept that wind happens

we don’t question why.

we don’t question how.

we do question an energy greater than us.

I guess this question of wind can be scientifically reasoned and we wholesale accept those reasons.

we accept that someone smarter than us has made sense of it.

if we did not accept the science and fully searched for an answer our brains would probably explode.

I do not question the wind. I ponder the wind.

for as long as there is wind anything can happen.

for if this thing that can not be contained or fully explained and conjures itself into a half existence can have a tangible and lasting  effect.