Shall We Dare To Venture Forth To Consult the Stone

Shall We Dare To Venture Forth To Consult The Stone Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise one finds hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented minds Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane! Yet in the midst of a gentle Spring storm raining Nature can and does send hope without explaining its constant bounty nor its most blessed reprieves from humanity's woes and mortal death that grieves deeply shattered hearts, the ruin of such tragic souls or Fate and its mysterious accursed goals! Shall we dare to venture forth to consult the stone ask it about death, sense of loss when we are gone demand answers, it has gathered from wayward winds or beg more knowledge of what our future portends Nay! Such folly, we know it would surely dismiss asking us instead, did princess blush, her first kiss? Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise one finds hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented minds Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane! Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2019 Rhyme, ( In Poetry, The Whimsical Wind That Speaks)