Only I, Weeping On The Wind Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

All things sing that You have made
Even those in the winter shade
The ice in winter of the frozen stream
dreaming of Spring
The tides unbound
The sun unwound
Only I occasionally
Weeping on the wind
Forget the music
And the sound
Of the wind filling up the void
When I cannot find the joys never ending
And long to be
Where there is only You
And beyond this ruined estate
We call the world.
mary angela douglas 22 april 2024