Workshop Poem - Winds Forgive

Turning my back on typhoon skies, a pestilent past, I pitch my mistakes into a forgiving wind. Standing barefoot at the edge of apologies, coastal tides carry hope, tomorrows stir on a mariner’s horizon. I search seafaring eyes to discover God waving heartily, welcome home… Turning my back on a turbulent past, silence falls in waves…faces, that once stared with confusion share smiles. I had mistaken their curiosity for condemnation…faltering, teetering, capsized by my own insecurity, I see... time changes perceptions – we can grow, rise. I sing out greetings to this abundance; a forgiving wind, God’s instrument, blows through my soul. I worship in full afternoon sun; riding waves of mid-life, I see you amid rhythmic seas, sultry sunsets, sloping skies, sandy relics, distant mountain peaks, depths of ocean caverns; when I hear a baby’s first cry or wise words of the aged to loved-ones near... I remember your mercy; when I hear the break of waves over my own waking shores and welcome every birth of earth and sea… I remember your mercy. Turning my back on a past, shredded into wisps of yesterday’s despair, I rest in innocence, where I am, where I was born…never looking back. Breath of Life shares resonating beauty and carries my darkest regrets into Heaven’s forgiving winds; I have prayed for this. Your love blankets tranquil dreams in sleep from night sky’s silvery arc of crescent moon. Your love transforms my gifted day’s design from beads of golden sun showers awaiting June. Your love awakens my soul, a gust of penetrating warmth. Your love beats with mine, and I am changed…forever changed. After advice from Cyndi, Debbie and Frederic: Turning my back on typhoon skies, a pestilent past, I pitch my mistakes into windy seas on a quest for forgiveness; I plant bare feet at the edge of apologies. Coastal tides roil in hope, tomorrows smooth out a mariner’s horizon. I float in seafaring eyes to discover God waving heartily, welcome home. Turning my back on a turbulent past, silence falls in waves…I mold clay faces; they once stared with confusion, smiles posed too long. I had mistaken curiosity for condemnation. My body trembles. I falter, teeter, capsized by my own insecurity; Then, I blink and time changes perception. I grasp sunshine till I beam. A golden wave, I taste salt air and greet abundant light; a strong wind cleanses me. God’s soulful instrument blows free. I worship in full afternoon sun; riding waves of mid-life, I see you amid rhythmic seas, sultry sunsets, a slope of sky, sandy relics, mountain peaks high, depths of ocean caverns; when I hear a baby’s first cry or wise words of the aged to loved-ones near, I remember your mercy; when I hear the break of waves over my own waking shores and welcome every birth of earth and sea, I remember your mercy. Turning my back, I shred gray paper into confetti of yesterday’s despair; I rest in innocence, where I am, where I was born, I never look back. My Creator’s breath shares resonating beauty and carries my darkest regrets. Heaven’s winds forgive; Your love blankets dreams in the silvered arc of moon, your love redesigns my days untold with summer sun showers, beads of gold. Your love awakens my soul, winds flood with warmth. Your love beats within, and I am changed, forever changed.