The winds of autumn
cause the seas to surge
and strip the summer leaves.
The prejudices I won’t release
are torn by these winds,
tearing the flesh of soul.
Thinking that I’m right
leads often to wrong,
skewing the compass
that would guide me.
Not as wise as I would like to be
nor so strong as I pretend
belief became defense,
uncertainty led to disdain
so into this storm I venture out.
Let the wind correct,
the rain wash me clean.
What may be lost should go
and what remains
of the good earth
will bind us.
Reading of “Let the Wind Correct” with music by Van Morrison.
What may be lost should go…yes!
Now you’re talking! Well said.
Don, just don’t let some lawyer acquaintances supplant that compass. This is a well-constructed, lovely poem.
Very well, and succinctly, said Don.
Thank you Don. Your winds have reached this shore!
This is a prayer worth repeating. Thank you, Don.
Thanks, Don. There is a familiarity in your wise words. Let the rain wash me clean.
“…leaving God alone in man restored.”
~ Amen ~
Don — Far be it from me, as one of your “lawyer friends,” to ever attempt to supplant that compass. Beautiful poem. One of your best. Thanks for sharing. Ignore Figel, like you & most people always have.
This wayward wind restless until impregnated with the Will and settling in the Womb of a greater Intelligence oh Lord.
Your words are healing because they are cleansing.
Your words are cleansing because you speak truth.
Thank you.