The Wind

Listen to the Wind, it tells a story

Pain brings Suffering, invites Loss

A story of road-way under water

Homes misplaced, Pain embossed

 

Listen to the Wind, it tells a story

Rain brings Flood in times of Drought

Extremities of sunburnt land

Time thine enemy, Time brings Doubt

 

Listen to the Wind, it tells a story

Cars on road become boats on stream

Arm reaches out for things heartfelt

Material things left, worth unseen

 

Listen to the Wind, it tells a story

Communion at hand in times of toil

Strangers, together, salt of the earth

A weathered earth, salt of the soil

 

Listen to the Wind, it tells a story

Silent whisper waiting gust to come

Like the calm before the storm

Like the sun before tsunami’s thunder

 

I share extremes of drought and storm

Tragedy cares not for whom it choose

One day I’ll be fighting Flood or Fire

Next, tragic intimacy, shared with you.

 

Be there no time for absolution

No time left to halt and savour

Plentiful spirit, communal sort

‘Tis the spirit of your neighbour.

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