Monday, September 21, 2020

Every Way The Wind Blows


The winds of spring 

are blowing in

gale forces.

 

The rain is pelting down

against the concreted ground.

And all around 'is in the air' 

life seems uncertain everywhere.

 

I need to, understand "where I am heading for"

and then I hear in my ears

"Be silent".  "Just be still"

You will never know unless you go,

"bird by bird" and "step by step"

what might happen next.

 

God knows that I will wait!

 

I have been woken up,

while some are sleeping soundly in their beds,

because I feel a presence here

'hovering over me', and being

reassuring, at this time

as we all move, farther down the line.

In these long pandemic ways,

we are learning "day by day". 

 

(Written at 4.30am, September 22, 2020, our Spring Equinox)