Wind of Words

by Ken Pullen

Composed Thursday, July 7th, 2022

Wind of words

is in the air

lying conniving leading the dying ones

as cottonwood seeds on autumn air

everywhere

prevail, assail, filter down

sticks

around

clings

seen

within the eyes of the walking dead

misled as they adore being

darkness

all the stumbling about

in feigned enlightenment

believing themselves so wise become such fools

clamoring, pushing, filling

the path to hell

like a southern California Interstate

rather than taking the way to Life

Wind of words

through the air

seemingly clear

unseen (?)

yet heard

O, now often seen as the poison of the tongue

is

felt

smelt these rancid days

last of the last days

as folks are in their ways

all whirling about in a perpetual haze

almost every single word

banal

ignorant

twisted

perverted

profane

foolish

wasted

 absurd

almost every word!

Liars abound

lairs

their flapping tongues

making a sound like a world of devouring locusts

in the air

heard

all around

everywhere

the seeds where

every choking weed

[lie]

begins

Air heavy upon the brow

eroding winds evermore assail

spoken

constant diversion

delusion

such profusion

attempting to hide all

the hearts of rock

beneath the wind of words

all the shuffling feet

stumbling about

never satiated, at peace, pleased

content

as all are more bent

twisted in the constant spew

like magma

toxic gases

belched out of the volcanic lips

eroding, ever falling

not heeding, refusing to hear the sounds of the calling

within the wind of words

from the One heaven sent

Wind of words

so much more Babel

now

than

when

those oh so deluded imagined they could

reach into heaven with their minds as thick as their bricks

rising ever higher

while they fell further

oh, so much more pollution of words in the wind

today

Babel

bellows

ringing the dead cracked bell of banality

then when that last brick was set

in Babylon

Hey, listen here

come near

do not fear

for a truth told

for anyone catching some words within the wind…

Everyone

oh, yes, dear friend or foe

those I know

or

will never see…

Everyone is drowned, not merely drowning — know the distinction

all already drowned, sunk into the depths

dead, oh yes very, very dead though deluded within all the banality

what is defined as normality

ahh, such insanity!

A true state built upon the lies within soul, spirit, heart, and mind

in the body everybody everywhere

through all the times of time

gone

here

now

in the vapor yet to come solidly, if grasping such is the will of

the One True God

look at all

the walking dead sinking ever deeper into the abyss

in sin

do not kid yourself foolish sister, brother, mother, father

friend, unknown to me

or even you…

we’re all in the same turbulent sea of sin

you see

or do you?

What?

Did you skim those words above because they seemed too many?

Not your typical poem?

Oh, I’d love to be as Tennyson, Keats, Milton, the Wesley’s, Watts more as others then

not

but I’m here now

as God intended

knitted me together

of this, I do not question

this is how it comes together in me

perhaps not the kind of fruit tree you might like

certainly not your favorite, I know

but I am merely a small piece of sinful saved

conduit

a mere little branch grafted to the tree, to the Root

to the Word

Who was with God from before the beginning

eternal

this Life-giving wind

it’s seeds falling, blessing lowly sinning lost cracked and broken me

The Lord Jesus Christ

fully truly God

fully truly man

nor the Word of God a typical book

isn’t it time you paused long enough to take a look

into the life

the way

the words within the Word?

Humbling long enough to perhaps finally hear

words of life always in the air

their life-giving sound refused among all the Babel-on, rabble, rubble

as almost everyone continues to stumble

in their enlightened dark deadness

perhaps an eternity of utter darkness

if they will not hear, refusing to listen, cannot ever come out of their

nowhere now

where they reside, hide

will anyone come to finally see?

Well, if brevity, hurriedness, bounding about here, there and going nowhere fast

is what you’re about

never halting, stopping to consider all that doubt of the truth

as you believe every lie

on the winds

of man

woman

spewed from deceitful dead self-serving  hearts

posing as warmth and caring

in all their incessant sharing

the noise never ceasing

why then do you live each day

always doing things like another Sinatra

making doin’ it my way your mantra?

Darkness

delusion

seeing this world as the solution

does that within a mind

turning over every rock

to see what I could find

ofttimes finding myself beneath

such weight

wondering creeping in

is it too late

for me?

Illusion while falling ever downward in darkness

foolishly imagining I was heading towards enlightenment

when all I was doing was falling

failing

ever-faster downwards

towards

the worlds excrement

which eating a daily diet leads to death

in a malnourished state seeking a truth to sink my teeth into

a hungered

though always eating of the lies

a glutton for the words of the world

marching off to die

until I paused…

silenced my dark heart…

this wicked soul

allowing the Holy Spirit to be heard

felt 

in my once dead heart

leaving the condition of being darkness

leading to eternal death

to breathe in the light

truth

of God’s living Word

ahh, the only wind of words

to cling to

seek

grab onto and hold!

Allowing the Spirit to carve into the once dead heart and mind…

only God, only Jesus, only the Holy Spirit

where peace

life, truth salvation

is where one can find

words that bind and no longer blind!