God Bless the Wind--a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter… ©

Lord, bless the wind today,

this little wind that slips

so shyly up to my face

to say hello,

like twin fawns stepping lightly

through tall grass.

And bless the big winds.

Take away their anger

at the world that will not bow before them.

Let them slow to blow

the little boats to harbor safe,

and the bigger ships to some place profound.

And all the winds of in-between…

The frosty wind that makes moan

in winter.

The zephyr that blows the light brown hair

of girls named Jennie.

Bless them, Lord, the winds,

and help them to blow the good memories

everywhere…

JRMcF

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