Healing Wind Poem by Annalee Somerville

Wind blows through the plains,
Driven down my soul,
Drowning out the fears,
Beaconing the healing glow,

Standing in the darkness,
Wind brings me the light,
Like a burning candle,
She brings glow into the night.

Hold me steadfast,
Guides take up the flight,
Show the path before me,
Be the beacon in the night.

Guide me through these lessons,
Show me how to fear no more,
Lift me in the darkness,
Purify my soul.

Wind blows the trees,
Carrying my name across the plains,
Blowing softly through me,
It brings my spirit home again.

© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry