The Wind Bloweth

Why does the sound of the wind break my heart?

It carries away the long ago laughter

Of yesterday’s children

And flings it beyond my reach

It runs without a care

Along trails blazed by my mighty hunter

Brushing over the fields of your boyhood

As if your absence doesn’t matter

Yesterday’s gentle breeze returns

Without mercy

Empty handed

Putting the sting into silent tears

That splash onto the future that never was

The wind lies to me

Telling me it goes to where you are

It tosses treetops that sport leaves you never saw

It races through the yard as if you never existed

It blots out the noise of a world

Where you cannot be found

Where my boy once played

And it whispers to me of tomorrows

Without you

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As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children;  Psalm 103:15-17

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