A poem written11/09/07

     Whispering wind,

what do you have to say tonight?

Tell me a secret.

Tell me I will be all right.

I trap the light in my eye

of a moment's past.

    The wind carries me back

over the fields of my life.

I see fright.

I scream,

"Take me away from here

 because I don't want to see that!"

     I see the ones I love

fade away.

I see a gray sky

with smoke going sideways

over a lifeless estuary.

     My soul is standing naked before me

freezing in the frigid air and says,

"Go home.

Don't go here.

Your heart is lost and 

you must breath deeply.

Please don't leave me here to freeze

or we shall go in despair"

     I open my eyes and the song bird appears.

My soul rejoins me and says it is not time to go yet.

I look past the door, 

and the cat  is playing with a ball of string.

I smile.

     The whispering wind blows.

Again, it doesn't tell me a secret.

I blink my eyes and understand that I am good.

I strike an accord with my past.

Peace comes by the way of grace, and

my face comes by the way of my smile.