Monday, February 13, 2017

The Wind

The Wind

The wind whispers softly
Of peace and contentment

The wind roars
And we are made aware

It rages against our apathy
With thrashing of limbs and gnashing of teeth

Its cold force bites through us
Lonely souls walking under the trees

Where is love, joy, kindness?
Who shares these willingly, often?

There is too much anger and grief in the world
The wind cries

Wailing under the eaves
Moaning of the lost

We gather inside to share our warmth
Slowly peace comes

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