blow ye wind blow
when the wind blows
with cold winter gusts
we call it a storm
and bear it we must
but just for a moment
in your time of need
remember the wind chime
that's playing on key
the storms in our lives
may cast the night long
but our spirits are listening
for that special song
that will remain silent
unless the storm blows
find peace in your trial
and the song that's transposed
7 Comments:
D thats beautiful xxx
I am feeling these words and sweet friend, I hear the song.
;)
Love you
I hear it too sweet Darlene...!
Love and Hugs
Wanda Mom
So many times we feel the price isn't worth the song. But, it is, for I tell you that heaven is all musical, the trees, the water, the wind, the grass...everything sings! If we listen, even in our hardest times, heavenly music is never very far away. This is know for sure!
A wonderful poem. Ah, that I could discover the poet in me.
I am not sure that I can bear to bare it though. lol
That really was beautifully said...I am starting to appreciate my trials and the winter weather...but I do love when Springtime comes!!!
beautiful!
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