NaPoWriMo optional prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own ode celebrating an everyday object.

Ode to the wind

Oh, breath of my body,

life that I breathe;

vital, ethereal mystery.

Whence comest thou

and to where do you blow?

You who circulate every corner,

every crevice,

every forest,

jungle,

village, city and open space.

You scream through deserts

precipitate the valleys

roaring over the mountain-tops.

You hover, roam

and bluster

over every ocean

river and lake;

over every course of water

enlivening

determining their destiny

by your direction and will.

Such power,

formidable strength

cyclonic rages,

gales and tornadoes;

indiscriminate in destruction

as in blessing.

You carry the storm

then quieten a calm

a whispering breeze

welcoming coolness

after the heat of the day.

I love how you rustle the leaves

and they dance and wave to you

as you sing together.

I feel your touch and humble infilling – taken for granted

hardly perceptible,

but I hear your rich voices

and see your voluminous manifestations around.

I need you –

elementally,

physically

and emotionally.

I’m a lifeless void without you.

You are as the Spirit of God –

essential,

a formless presence,

giving my life a voice

and a song of being and joy.

How I love your

beautifully piped melodies,

sweet, ecstatic vibrations

soaring the heights

celebrating total freedom

of being all you were designed to embrace.

Your kiss

leaves me gasping

for more of you,

for you take my breath away.