These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Wind

The wind, unseen by human eyes,
it blows upon the hoary head.
To dwell within the earthly skies,
it stands a ghost and runs when led.

The wind, its gentle face caresse,
doth comfort heart and spirit twain,
but in its violence of duress
all men's creations are as vain.

The wind, a symbol of the heart,
will bless the world when all is good,
but when its changes come to start
the suddenness of bad is rude.

The wind must be by God contained
for life to venture past today.
The heart must be by God full reigned
for Hope to live beyond dismay.

The wind and heart encouragement now
when given voice to show their strength,
but lost the day when bad makes bow
a life beyond its given brink.

Some day the Master of the wind
will say thee, "Peace!" and "Stop!" "Enough!"
for blowing causes reeds to bend,
and hearts to bow when words are rough.

Yet, He by words can all create,
and He by words can be Heart's balm
for He is ne'er too soon, nor late
to speak, "SHALOM!" and greatest calm.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 29th, 2023