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
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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