The Wind

I wandered lonley

as the wind

screaming, fighting

without end.

a face that is cloaked, swirls up into smoke.

I feel the chill, as quiet must.

At first it is still, then suddenly rushed.

A breeze that carries a prayer so high

hangs on each word, grabs it and sighs.

Now when I remember the wind.

I sigh and send up a prayer

My doubts seem to go without end

but I realize God is there.

So I dust off my shoulders and carry on

I walk on alone

Into the dawn