Wind,
so quick
and so clever,
having seen All.
We fools forget the
wisdom of the mount,
whose rigid roots remain,
who pulls from in her mantle,
shifting and burning under flesh,
so that her fair dome encompassed
in cathedral vaults of celestial spheres
might rise to account and love her realm.
A billion-billion years spent in single estate.

She knows not All,
as clever Wind learns.
But she knows the One
as only Love teaches.