Whenever the wind blows,
Early in the morning light;
The breeze bathes the air
After the deep dark of night.
Whenever the wind blows,
In the heat of the beacon;
It cools down the temperature
Of the summer's hot horizon.
Whenever the wind blows,
In the winter's evening chill;
Put on the jacket or sweater,
As your tea cup is on the sill.
Whenever the wind blows,
Aiming to toss us to and fro;
For us to be carried about
With lies without light nor glow.
Let not our true faith fade
Into the devil's shadows;
Fight the sleight of enemy,
Whenever the wind blows.
Whenever the wind blows, Early in the morning light; A well crafted wonderful poem, dear Bernard...................
Thanks, Rose Marie.... I appreciate your kind and encouraging words😘😘😘
The breeze bathes the air at the early morning whenever wind blows. This is really very interesting to have blow of wind with mind. Faith grows with morning breeze. An interesting poem is nicely shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem of hope. Amazing poem here.
Thanks, Rob.... such comment is so kind.....