Stirrings Of Heart
Morning wind, won't you come to me
and sing. Carry your fragrance of flowers,
within. The brightness of dew is glistening,
bringing a spark to life again. Dear wind, I
know if you want you can, reignite, a fading
candle in the night. And I know, with every
gust that blows, you can, rekindle the soul.
Oh evening wind, won't you let your warm,
echo's of love, ring.
Saturday, May 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: god,wind,spiritual