What Is the Wind

What is the wind? The wind is a strange and fickle thing. It's capers keep us guessing. It loves and it hates, it gives and takes. It's a curse, also a blessing. The wind is a ghost that haunts the night, And wakes me with it's sobbing. It rattles it's chains, taps on my door, And sets my poor heart throbbing. The wind is a voice from long ago, Old dreams, old vows recalling. Again it's soft fingers touch my cheek Like teardrops gently falling. The wind is a beast that rides the storm It's vicious power enjoying. It tramples our homes, lays waste our land. Man's future hopes destroying. The wind is a puzzle none can solve, It's far beyond our knowing. God has the answer have no doubt, Just pray it keeps on blowing.