ONLY I, WEEPING ON THE WIND

 

ONLY I, WEEPING ON THE WIND

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