The Wind's Lullaby

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Written on September 12, 2023

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Listen to the wind, sighing gently – Intimate as the moan from an oak, Crackling, groaning, yet breathing light From the soul of summer… As it fades beneath autumn’s breath, Blowing wonders into the moments, Quiet dreams and soothing thoughts, Healing the mind – restoring the heart, Whispering joy through the dark – This is the risk of knowing a season, Like laughter and reason, Raining down furious waters, soaking The earth, the dreams, the plans With liquid news from the heavenly realms, Where peace reaches beyond the clouds, Comforting the mountains who remember Only the beautiful, the blue-gray shimmer, rising Beyond the moments, where hope smiles Laughing in colors, whimsical and brisk – Gold and auburn, scarlet and peach, Heartening the hills with a brilliance Far more beautiful, quietly beautiful, Than the wish who betrays the mystery In silence, the anonymous dream, The rising of a heart From the depths of pain, misery Defeated by the autumn singing, dancing With grace, purity promising To fulfill every yearning, each hope With a praise that lifts up the One who Shines brighter than the blazing sun, Like the brilliance of a love that has won… Into the blessings, on prayers When nothing seems quite so lasting As the wind, the sing song voice Healing and hoping, hastening to remind That the secret living just beneath The wind’s gusts, in the silence Kissing away the past and releasing The movement, so full of grace, Swirling leaves and vibrating, trembling In the trees … this is the wind’s lullaby – A serenade from autumn, when Everywhere, on every street – in every oak, On the wings of thunder and amid The sweetness of showers, there is a still Soothing, a gentling that becomes almost A song who lingers all night long, Then sighs on the breathe of dawn, When all that is left to say is ‘listen’ Just listen to the call of fall… when the wind Sings its lullaby to the misty mornings, Like the trembling wings of a freedom who believes This is the echo of joy on the breathless Praises poured out from the succulent autumn, When winds remind me to breath in – Forever, always, eternity in a sense of Him, Reflected on the joyous wind’s lullaby