'Silent Winds' Poem by Linda Winchell

A deep winter chill is in the air,
It's way down South, It's everywhere!

It blew in deep over night,
While bringing in an Arctic winter bite.

I didn't hear it creep on by,
The clouds didn't warn me, I wonder why?

The silence now is all around,
It's in the trees, It's on the ground.

No birds are singing,
No barking of dogs are heard.
It is dark and overcasted,
No sun light appears.

I'll cuddle up in my warm downs bed,
And think I'll read that book I'd never read.

My husbands down, with some bug he caught,
I pray I don't catch what home he brought.

I will make some chicken soup for him to eat,
That always works, to render germs retreat.

I'll give him all my tender loving care,
And ask God to heal him through my prayers.

Though winter silent winds do blow,
Springs' around the corner, this I know.

Where flowers will scent the air I breath,
Where birds build their nest amongst pond reeds.

So go and do God's job, Old Winter winds,
Nipping and cleansing away earths sins.

Cleansing the lands of satan's cruel hands,
Of spreading his germs of sin throughout the land.

For the maker knows what He has made,
He knew this before His Son to man He gave.

It is all from the wisdom of His plan,
Until He returns to claim this land.