The night so fair
Wind so cool
Deep waves of sea
Flow ever on

The stars glimmer
Spreading brightness
On deep blue sea
Reflects
Fair moon
Above the sea

The sky, the sea
Deep blue
Rushing sound
Of waves
Gusting
Wind

The wave’s lapping shore
Tide pulls in
As sun rises
Over peaks
Of blue seas
Shall endure the morn.

From distant lands, over vast seas,
The wind travels under clouds and over trees,
And from the past it flees.

And through the woods, over the lake,
Over the beach for the wave’s sake,
It goes on without break.

Riding the current as in a dance,
Carrying on its back, leaves in a trance,
It twirls in a circle for a last glance

At the garden it passed along with the breeze,

The winds whine and grope
As if they’re searching for something
In high pitched choirs they sing
While flying through hills and down slopes

To my nose and ears they cling
Until their grasp is torn off with a sharp sting
To wander amidst the air so cold, and mope.

Twisting and turning they reach out with cold hands
Through quiet towns and misty lands

They say, “It takes a village to raise a child”
But did you know that
“It takes a village to clean up
after a windstorm”?
No, I’m serious.
On January 4th 2008 my town
was hit by a windstorm with 80mph
winds, and 100mph gusts.
Power went out, and now, almost 40
hrs later, some parts of town still have no power.
Take my poor pastor for example.