A dark spirit covers the land.
It fills the voids with its storms.
A new season is starting.
Its winds blow from unknown places.
A good day is rare for me.
I wait and feel forsaken.
My heart is lost and broken.
My dreams are empty of hope.
I see that waters rule the earth.
The sky rains relentlessly.
My eyes weep for the sorrow.
My feet have no dry place to rest.
Heaven is merciless today.
My faith is almost washed away.
I know every gust comes in its proper time.
I trust that the world is being renewed.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.