Wind’s Whisper

This past week I had the opportunity to drive through Kansas on my way to and from Colorado. The prairie plains of Kansas gave evidence that science is alive in the numerous Wind Turbines lined up on neighouring hills. These gatherings seemed friendly, inviting, and hopeful. The word on the ground is not of one accord, as some find these tall steel towers with their three 30 feet fiberglass blades unsettling and unsightly.

In contrast, I find them stirring in the hope they exude, prompting us to care for our planet and one another. As I drove the 13 hour journey to Colorado and on my return, words kept popping into my head, a kind of wind whisper to put words on paper. As I drove, I kept thinking of the BBC Daily Fishing Forecast as it names fishing grounds and weather conditions – Viking, Forties, Cromarty, Fisher, German Bight etc (see the map above).
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qfvv/episodes/player
I discovered that each gathering hill of Wind Turbines in Kansas (marked red on the map above) has a name, Central Plains, Soloman Forks, Cloud County, Meridian Way, Diamond Vista etc. https://www.kansas.com/news/state/article255107257.html So this afternoon I took a few hours and share the result. I love poetry but I am not a poet, though at times I try! Please forgive my efforts. Pause, ponder and enjoy.

Wind’s Whisper
On neighboring hills
They stand without frills
Silent sentinels
Keeping watch for wind’s whisper.

Ever ready, one, two, three,
A Trinity of blades so free,
graceful and purposeful
dancing in time with wind’s whisper.

Stretching to the sky
piercing cotton clouds so high
reaching to the earth
catching wind’s whisper

In time and in tune
so steady, so sure
they keep time and keep hope
alive to wind’s whisper.

Alas, far away on a hill
called Capital with so many frills
Those gathered sentinels
all wind and all whisper.

Pointing only to power
no Trinity of truth, love or hope
stretching not toward justice
seeking only a popular wind’s roar.

Might those silent sentinels
remind us to listen to the Wind’s whisper,
a mysterious hum not a howling roar and be
ever ready to dance and live into a welcoming world.      Edward Thompson

Prayer:
Lord God,
the scripures declare
your breath, whisper, brought life into being.
Whatever that mystery, help us
to find a meaning and a way to
harness your Wind of Spirit that we
might sing a new song and whisper
an embracing truth.
Lord God,
help us to catch a whisper of love, grace, and hope
and to share it not just in words
but in dance with neighbors from
whatever hill they stand.
Lord God,
forgive our foolish and selfish ways,
forgive our grasping for power and privilge,
forgive our neglect of grace and genuine welcome. Amen.