250324 The Wind

 The Wind

The wind has blown for days and days

The sky is full of dusty haze

It fills my lungs and stings my eyes

And everything it touches dries

Not sure if it's ill wind that blows

Just know that it affects my nose

I sneeze and sniffle endlessly 

With every airborne allergy 

And though relentlessly it blows

Know not from where it comes or goes

Know only that it's by God's power

That it continues hour upon hour

I beg you, Lord, give it a rest

Though I am sure you know what's best

For after wind comes warming sun

Then I know springtime has begun

And with the wind seeds are dispersed 

So flowered blanket covers earth

Then, after that it blows in rain

Cleansing the hazy air again

The blustery winds, however long

Are part of what makes trees grow strong

So, I guess I can be strong, too

Until these windy days blow through 

Then, when strong winds finally decrease 

To gently rustle spring's new leaves

A soft caress upon my hair

Reminding me God's always there

So wind, if it's your job to blow

Then my job is to let it go

For all of nature, God commands 

Thus, I will trust it to his hands