The Fair And Distant Wind

Fair is the distant wind which blows softly against a burgeoning heart.

Warm is this zephyr which is laden with the soft smells of a new start.

Should not this face turn and embrace this fair wind so gentle and warm?

Should not this face welcome this just wind which subdues the cold winter’s storm?

For heavy has been the chill of the days before and so gray the hours evermore.

Therefore I this simple man of a contrite heart shall welcome the fair winds of a distant shore.

For sweet grace befell me once; granted by He who is and shall ever be.

So should not grace once again touch my face, for this has always been my hearts plea?

Therefore from the setting sun I turn away gently my somber gaze.

I face the coming of a new morrow and again only and only by His grace.

For it is in virtue I seek a place which has no end.

So I turn now and face now the fair and distant wind.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/30/2009