The Lord in the Wind

Year: 1952

by James Picot   

Worship the Lord, the God of wild cold kind,
Water and wind,
Motionless trees,
And a change, and cries and silences.

The woods shake off a wild spray of old rain,
The stormy flowers are my very heart;
I worship thee again
Glory of strong trees, wet buds, and the sky!

I have laid a windy perfume on the stone;
Wood resin, and the blossom flame are nigh;
I have brought sweet wood, I come to dawn alone;
My prayer, keep grand the tempest in my heart!

The east is blenching now, and flames the stone;
My prayer, keep dew and anthem in my heart!

                                                      James Picot (C1941)