The Wind


The Wind
The wind is blowing hard here of late,
Drying up the snow that is all around.
I wonder if it brings me a new fate,
As I sit here and listen to it's sound.

It's not a whisper on a gentle breeze,
It demands to be heard with a loud roar.
The sound leaves some in a state of unease,
For others, an opportunity to soar.

The sky is empty, only a few birds take flight.
I watch as they struggle and try to navigate,
Against the winds of almighty God's might,
Then resolving to find a place to perch and wait.

I too just sit, listen and pass away the time,
Waiting to hear a message from our Lord above.
Create and put all these thoughts to rhyme.
And once again the message is of Love.

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