Whispering Winds - Nana Damoah

Whispering Winds
Ssssh!
Hear the
whispering winds
Cold frigid winds
Balmy? Soothing? No

The wind bites

The heat hits
Sharp as the needle point
Painful, biting, piercing

Next step
Where to? I ask
The blackness ahead
Is there a light, a beacon?
My eyes grow dim
Senses numb from hoping
Dull faculties, overstressed
Stress, burden, pressed down

Winds whisper of comfort

The source same as
The breadth of life
Strength for tomorrow

Whispering winds
Fresh from above
The source? From a dove

Love sacrifice gave

Whispering winds, grace
Occluded in love
Fresh from above
Given to face the morrow

I receive,
Lord, I perceive
I acknowledge
Lord, I accept
I am refreshed by
your
whispering winds
of Grace
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