I Heard My Name Called In the Wind -

I heard my name called in the wind – Stirring up in my heart a thrill. Neither a person at the trail bend Nor stationed upon the hill Did this phenomenon portend. A second stronger wind waxed – Rushing through the valley. Hearing my name again, I was vexed. By the rattling of bursage leaves – The calling out was masked. As the wind came, it hushed as quickly. It waited for what I’d do next. I listened – the valley was still. Spirit of goodness – I whispered – or of evil – I bid, let me pass If that be your will.