-- Do Not Blame the Wind --

by John Herlihy

Do not blame the wind,

That it cannot be seen.

Do not accuse the wind,

Sweeping the earth clean.

Do not question the air,

Sentries will pass it thru.

Even kings kneel in prayer,

As careless wind blows true .

Do not attribute to wind,

Sorrow we must endure.

Pursuing the way of the wind,

The foot does the sandal lure.

Do not find fault in the wind,

For scattering about the ashes.

The noble wind seeks its way,

Silently thru mountain passes.

Throw sand against the wind

The wind blows it back again

Hurl all lies against the wind

They are spoken but in vain

I will scatter all my sorrows,

As spring melts winter frost.

Fresh winds stir tomorrows,

Forever seeking, never lost.

Do not blame innocent wind,

For scattering autumn leaves.

Blameless be innocent wind,

That sings, howls and grieves.

Listen to the voice of the wind,

That speaks what’s on its mind.

Listen to the cry of the wind,

Its whispers both harsh and kind.

Invite the wind in as your guest,

Never seen, only its voice heard.

Poor wind with no home or rest,

On the move as an ancient bird.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 1 March 2024