A wind is coming.
I hear it in the trees,
I feel it in air,
I see it in the clouds.
It signals a change,
A departure from the norm.
A new wind, a new time.
A time to rest in His love,
A time to accept what is,
To forget what might have been.
The wind arrives and blows through my soul
And cleanses it but even its power cannot free my heart.
My heart is unresponsive and cold,
Only I have the power to change it, or at least I pretend to.
If only I truly did have that power,
My life would be so much happier.
I could choose to love who would be the best for me.
I could deny this love that won’t leave me alone and toss it out.
If only it were that simple