To the Wind

Dear warm and sweet breeze

Hear my prayer please

All seeing and all knowing

You know the darts they are throwing

Hurling them fast into my chest

My heart sighs for want of rest

Tears of fire rolling down my face

Cries of thunder- starved of grace

Yet to the wind, both cold and strong

Through seasons harsh and winters long

I have strength to stand to my feet

Never again to bow in defeat

Carved from a mountain of stone

I shall go forth, even if alone

Not knowing where the path may go

I may seem lost but this I know

Wherever the wind leads I will follow

Dear warm and sweet breeze

Be my guide please

All seeing and all knowing.