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As The Wind
I am as impatient as the wind
As no deep calm of majestic valley abides.
The splendid mountain's rough hewn vigour
Is glorious - but none of it in me resides.
The glittering river gliding by,
Calmly impelled to movement by its own strong will,
Lends a fleeting sense of constancy-
Yet the gusting whirling wind over me does spill.
No solemn thought, nor adoration
In tranquility is bestowed upon my brow
Yet my nature is no less divine
For I know God accompanies me, even now.
Gradually the wild wind passes
And yet, it does not leave a void in its sinking
For I worship at the temple's shrine
And hear clearly the voice of God in my thinking.
