Heartache abounds. Slow and insidious or sudden and gut-wrenching
While the wind roars its violence.
Depression debilitates. Dark cloud suffocating heart and joy.
While the wind moans in death.
Suppressed grief. Trickling tears inside the mind. Slipping, sliding, letting go.
While the wind grows silent.
Others, friends, and mothers pray, weep, and worry. Cling to the faith of their fathers
While they wait for the Wind
Hearing its sound. Not knowing, only petitioning its destination.
While the Wind blows where it pleases.
Down the pathway of their hope to the heart giving up, letting go.
While the Wind soars on its wings with new birth.
Unseen work. Left to the Creator to tell where it comes from and where it is going.
While the womb of the Wind molds a new creature.
“He who forms the mountains, creates the wind, and reveals his thoughts to man, he who turns dawn to darkness, and treads the high places of the earth – the Lord God Almighty is his name.” – Amos 4:13: