Wind of the Soul
Wind of the Soul
Written in Cheyenne, Wyoming
JuIy 17, 2005
Capt. C. W. Fincher
The open sky! Look left, look right, look up!
As far as one can see, hills, large, small. Rolling like the back of a giant caterpillar.
Then you stops and look again and they become as giant swells on the endless prairie ocean.
The grass is as the spray coming of the topsof the waves on an extra windy day.
The houses that are scattered from place to place are as ships of different sizes and colors.
Some are large ocean going vessels, maybe a cruise ships of the finest order, maybe even finer than the Queen Elizabeth 2!
5ome are rough like an old worn out cargo ship, carrying the goods of the world to points unknown to the onlooker.
Others still, small, fast, light in the water, sailboats, driven by the wind!
The sun has just come up! Its small orange globe, lighting our morning.
Slowly, silently it comes up over the far horizon. First, lighting the eastern states. Florida, Kentucky, Missouri, Nebraska, now us!
Its light, ever increasing! Now, no longer deep orange, but yellow, then white, to bright to look at.
The wind is already blowing! 1ts force can be seen on all that it touches!
The small trees sway under its heavy hand! The grasses bend beneath its will!
Doors rattle, windows that are partly open, shake at its passing.
The sound that it makes, fills your ears, fills your soul!
Mourning some lost love, ever searching, but for what?
Those in the lower states would call this wind a problem, boarding windows, stocking up on groceries, getting ready for a big blow!
Those who call this wild place home, call it a nice summer day! Oh, the difference six thousand feet makes!
What really is this place? What is this wild place?
Some call It home, a state, still others have their own ideas of what it is and why it’s here.
I have called it home for many years, then the restless wild wind took me away.
Away from its wide, open spaces, its rolling hills and windswept plains.
Away from the sound of the wind in my ears and soul. Now on this day, I have returned!
Returned to a place my heart and soul have longed for!
The wind that tookme away from friends, family, loved ones, has at last come full circle and brought me home again.
Home to where my heart has always been, but somehow never really understood why I left in the first place.
While I was away, I grew; my waistline is proof of that! My hair has now lost its youthful color, in fact most if It is missing, it just took off!
I have a family of my own now, job, responsibilities in the other place.
How sad It is that when I go to sleep at night, my dreams are in this place!
Night after night, they come back to this place, without my body!
No, oh I dare my dreams go back to the other place! How dare they to dream of things that bring no inner peace to my soul!
Thankfully, they didn’t! Thank you dreams for staying with me in this wild, open place.
Am I sorry for leaving this place? No.
It was while away, I found out who am, what I truly value in life.
It wasn’t boats, airplanes or material gain that I value.
It is, love, a life seeking, developing loving ties of the heart!
It is belonging to this place that, now in body and spirit that calms my heart.
Now my soul is at rest! Done is the searching it has been doing, done is Its seeking after things that onIy brought it hurt: and pain.
It has arrived at home! Now there is only, love, love of family not seen for half a lifetime!
Contentment, my soul has returned to the place of its beginning. It has ceased from its wanderings!
The day of my departure looms big before me, my soul is nervous about its return to the other place.
What will that return be like? Will it be with anticipation of things yet unknown? Or with longing to return to this wild place?
Only time will tell, only our Lord who has made all this possible knows this.
In all my life, His hand, His hand that is bigger than all I see here, all I hear, smell and experience; has the wind that has driven my life to this point in time and space!
All that I see and hear and feel while in this place, is from a loving father who knew when to bring me home. Even if it is just for a short amount of time!
It is with some regrets I return to the other place, but as I look back to here, from there, I will be satisfied in knowing that I have been here! M soul’s travels are complete.
Until the next time the ever-restless wind brings me home again!
Written in Cheyenne, Wyoming
JuIy 17, 2005
Capt. C. W. Fincher
The open sky! Look left, look right, look up!
As far as one can see, hills, large, small. Rolling like the back of a giant caterpillar.
Then you stops and look again and they become as giant swells on the endless prairie ocean.
The grass is as the spray coming of the topsof the waves on an extra windy day.
The houses that are scattered from place to place are as ships of different sizes and colors.
Some are large ocean going vessels, maybe a cruise ships of the finest order, maybe even finer than the Queen Elizabeth 2!
5ome are rough like an old worn out cargo ship, carrying the goods of the world to points unknown to the onlooker.
Others still, small, fast, light in the water, sailboats, driven by the wind!
The sun has just come up! Its small orange globe, lighting our morning.
Slowly, silently it comes up over the far horizon. First, lighting the eastern states. Florida, Kentucky, Missouri, Nebraska, now us!
Its light, ever increasing! Now, no longer deep orange, but yellow, then white, to bright to look at.
The wind is already blowing! 1ts force can be seen on all that it touches!
The small trees sway under its heavy hand! The grasses bend beneath its will!
Doors rattle, windows that are partly open, shake at its passing.
The sound that it makes, fills your ears, fills your soul!
Mourning some lost love, ever searching, but for what?
Those in the lower states would call this wind a problem, boarding windows, stocking up on groceries, getting ready for a big blow!
Those who call this wild place home, call it a nice summer day! Oh, the difference six thousand feet makes!
What really is this place? What is this wild place?
Some call It home, a state, still others have their own ideas of what it is and why it’s here.
I have called it home for many years, then the restless wild wind took me away.
Away from its wide, open spaces, its rolling hills and windswept plains.
Away from the sound of the wind in my ears and soul. Now on this day, I have returned!
Returned to a place my heart and soul have longed for!
The wind that tookme away from friends, family, loved ones, has at last come full circle and brought me home again.
Home to where my heart has always been, but somehow never really understood why I left in the first place.
While I was away, I grew; my waistline is proof of that! My hair has now lost its youthful color, in fact most if It is missing, it just took off!
I have a family of my own now, job, responsibilities in the other place.
How sad It is that when I go to sleep at night, my dreams are in this place!
Night after night, they come back to this place, without my body!
No, oh I dare my dreams go back to the other place! How dare they to dream of things that bring no inner peace to my soul!
Thankfully, they didn’t! Thank you dreams for staying with me in this wild, open place.
Am I sorry for leaving this place? No.
It was while away, I found out who am, what I truly value in life.
It wasn’t boats, airplanes or material gain that I value.
It is, love, a life seeking, developing loving ties of the heart!
It is belonging to this place that, now in body and spirit that calms my heart.
Now my soul is at rest! Done is the searching it has been doing, done is Its seeking after things that onIy brought it hurt: and pain.
It has arrived at home! Now there is only, love, love of family not seen for half a lifetime!
Contentment, my soul has returned to the place of its beginning. It has ceased from its wanderings!
The day of my departure looms big before me, my soul is nervous about its return to the other place.
What will that return be like? Will it be with anticipation of things yet unknown? Or with longing to return to this wild place?
Only time will tell, only our Lord who has made all this possible knows this.
In all my life, His hand, His hand that is bigger than all I see here, all I hear, smell and experience; has the wind that has driven my life to this point in time and space!
All that I see and hear and feel while in this place, is from a loving father who knew when to bring me home. Even if it is just for a short amount of time!
It is with some regrets I return to the other place, but as I look back to here, from there, I will be satisfied in knowing that I have been here! M soul’s travels are complete.
Until the next time the ever-restless wind brings me home again!
Calm of the Soul
Calm of the Soul
Written at Camp Gilead, Polk City, Florida
July 14, 2006
Capt. C. W. Fincher
The winds that moved me from place to place have brought me this early morning to the country.
Far out in the countryside, where there are few lights, the houses are closely spaced together for safety sake.
The early morning night air is filled with the sweet fragrance of the stand of trees clustered together on the far side of the lake. Yes, I forgot, I’m now at a lake.
Gone are the open plains and rolling prairie, the wild open spaces with little human presence. Gone are my nightly visits to this wild place, my dreams have found other places to go, closer to my present home.
The sun has not come up yet, I started this day before the thought of light.
In the west can be seen the remains of a dying thunderstorm. Its flashes of lightening illuminating the clouds that dare to try and contain its power and might.
To the south, high up in the sky are the remains of a full moon, now part of it is missing. It is slowly retreating from the sky to make way for its source of light, the sun.
The reflection on the water is as if you take a can of silver paint and threw it out on a dark blue-gray canvas, sparkles everywhere in a long thin pattern that widens as it moves away from your view.
Now in the eastern sky shines several jewels, white and blue, pure as any gem stone ever seen on earth.
I launch out into the lake in my kayak; the smoothness of the water is as velvet, the craft and its passenger glide effortlessly across the silent water.
Only the stars and their shimmering let you know that you’re not floating in space, but on the water.
As I head out for the far shore, I use the lights of a far away tower to guide me. My fears of the unknown are in my mind, this is scary to be out here alone! What was thinking?
My hands and pants are wet with the warm lake water coming from off of the paddle. It somehow feels comforting.
There is a slight hint of a breeze, by the light of the moon and starlight; you can see small ripples on the water and the calm slick spots in the sheltered parts of the lake.
The night birds are singing their praises to their creator and welcoming the new day, their calls are as varied as their type.
The sun is slowly drawing closer, the light in the sky is becoming brighter, ever some much.
By the time I finish my circuit around the lake, the distant shoreline, that was only a few minutes ago the near shoreline, can be clearly seen.
People are starting to stir about, first a few venture out on this early morning hour, then more join them. Sounds of children taking an early morning swim, their, young voices filled with joy and excitement.
Each voice is a life with an unknown future, a great well of untapped potential waiting for the right event to open up the flow.
Morning has come! The sun has now returned to our part of the sky for another day. Far out in the western states, it still dark and people are only dreaming of the day yet to come.
The sun has now become a brilliant yellow-white, the reflection coming from the water looks like a high powered search light, to bright to look at.
Its light turns my skin and all that it touches a golden hue, then as it sits on your skin, it becomes white.
Okay, this has gone on long enough! Why am describing these things to you wonder?
After many years of searching, trying to see where I could fit in, find a place of peace and contentment; I am now in that place!
The wind that took me from the wild place and them allowed me to return again for a brief time, has brought me to the place that I truly am meant to be at.
There is now no wind, all is at peace and rest. My ever restless soul has found a place of shelter, a destination that has taken a lifetime to find.
Gone is the searching, contentment has taken over where there was once strife. Belonging to a place and group of people who love and care for you is a strange thing when you first experience it in this manner!
The work I do in this place is hot, thankless, often over looked, but when it’s done, you don’t mind the tiredness so much because God has chosen you to do that job and you have done your best for Him In obedience!
I am thankful that the wind has blown me here, long before I was born, the Lord knew when and where the wind should blow me to.
I have only to prove myself worthy of this place as a thank you present for his choosing this place.
Written at Camp Gilead, Polk City, Florida
July 14, 2006
Capt. C. W. Fincher
The winds that moved me from place to place have brought me this early morning to the country.
Far out in the countryside, where there are few lights, the houses are closely spaced together for safety sake.
The early morning night air is filled with the sweet fragrance of the stand of trees clustered together on the far side of the lake. Yes, I forgot, I’m now at a lake.
Gone are the open plains and rolling prairie, the wild open spaces with little human presence. Gone are my nightly visits to this wild place, my dreams have found other places to go, closer to my present home.
The sun has not come up yet, I started this day before the thought of light.
In the west can be seen the remains of a dying thunderstorm. Its flashes of lightening illuminating the clouds that dare to try and contain its power and might.
To the south, high up in the sky are the remains of a full moon, now part of it is missing. It is slowly retreating from the sky to make way for its source of light, the sun.
The reflection on the water is as if you take a can of silver paint and threw it out on a dark blue-gray canvas, sparkles everywhere in a long thin pattern that widens as it moves away from your view.
Now in the eastern sky shines several jewels, white and blue, pure as any gem stone ever seen on earth.
I launch out into the lake in my kayak; the smoothness of the water is as velvet, the craft and its passenger glide effortlessly across the silent water.
Only the stars and their shimmering let you know that you’re not floating in space, but on the water.
As I head out for the far shore, I use the lights of a far away tower to guide me. My fears of the unknown are in my mind, this is scary to be out here alone! What was thinking?
My hands and pants are wet with the warm lake water coming from off of the paddle. It somehow feels comforting.
There is a slight hint of a breeze, by the light of the moon and starlight; you can see small ripples on the water and the calm slick spots in the sheltered parts of the lake.
The night birds are singing their praises to their creator and welcoming the new day, their calls are as varied as their type.
The sun is slowly drawing closer, the light in the sky is becoming brighter, ever some much.
By the time I finish my circuit around the lake, the distant shoreline, that was only a few minutes ago the near shoreline, can be clearly seen.
People are starting to stir about, first a few venture out on this early morning hour, then more join them. Sounds of children taking an early morning swim, their, young voices filled with joy and excitement.
Each voice is a life with an unknown future, a great well of untapped potential waiting for the right event to open up the flow.
Morning has come! The sun has now returned to our part of the sky for another day. Far out in the western states, it still dark and people are only dreaming of the day yet to come.
The sun has now become a brilliant yellow-white, the reflection coming from the water looks like a high powered search light, to bright to look at.
Its light turns my skin and all that it touches a golden hue, then as it sits on your skin, it becomes white.
Okay, this has gone on long enough! Why am describing these things to you wonder?
After many years of searching, trying to see where I could fit in, find a place of peace and contentment; I am now in that place!
The wind that took me from the wild place and them allowed me to return again for a brief time, has brought me to the place that I truly am meant to be at.
There is now no wind, all is at peace and rest. My ever restless soul has found a place of shelter, a destination that has taken a lifetime to find.
Gone is the searching, contentment has taken over where there was once strife. Belonging to a place and group of people who love and care for you is a strange thing when you first experience it in this manner!
The work I do in this place is hot, thankless, often over looked, but when it’s done, you don’t mind the tiredness so much because God has chosen you to do that job and you have done your best for Him In obedience!
I am thankful that the wind has blown me here, long before I was born, the Lord knew when and where the wind should blow me to.
I have only to prove myself worthy of this place as a thank you present for his choosing this place.