The wind

The gentle Wind blows open the gate of Eden long shut,
long forbidden entrance to foragers and ravishers,
malignant pillagers with crowbar and chain saw
and clever forgers with devious pen and permit,
all robustly kindled to flame and consumed in the Wind.

The gentle Wind blows forth gathering the humble,
the disillusioned and disenfranchised and broken of spirit,
drawn forth by the beckoning breeze of mercies
to the unapproachable golden gate of ravishing beauty,
to enter the garden of verdant delight and sweet fruit,
the breath of His lips gently rustling the Tree of Life.