In the mountain of the height of Israel will I plant it: and it shall bring forth boughs, and bear fruit, and be a goodly cedar: and under it shall dwell all fowl of every wing; in the shadow of the branches thereof shall they dwell.
Ezekiel 17:23
Wind whistles through stately pines,
as a red-tailed hawk cautiously soars
spring gusts, blowing from south winds.
Whistles a distance train trailing country
rickety roads bound on souther paths;
as spring peepers day-in-and-out whistle.
Pines sway, swing, sweep; perched hawk
rest for a minuscule moment mesmerized
by shadow dancing in solemn, stately pines.
The wind will whistle through pines,
the mountain in Israel will bring forth
the throne of the anointed Son of God.
Patti Wolf 