Outside my window the wind howls an awful song, a song of sorrow unseen and pain that can’t be named. Tha wind chants just below a whisper in an agonizing tone mixed with tha voices of restless soul, souls that desperately wish they were still part of this world, but why? It’s over flowing with wickedness and who can get any peace with the wind blowing, waters rising, earth shifting, politics collapsing and wars everywhere (huh tell me who?) because lords know my soul does not rest at night.
I sit and listens to the wind hum an unsettling melody with a message that frightens me, then I remind myself that I shall fear no evil…
I’ve become accustomed to hearing the wind whine in such a way you would think someone was outside your window weeping, and there probably would be, because there sad people everywhere.
Everywhere people are sad because innocent children get hurt or die, love ones are lost or sent to war, all the while the wind carries their cries around the globe 4 All to heed as a testimony of the evils of this world.