Poem: The Weary Wind Finds It’s Home

Whistling wind searching for home.

Valleys, Oceans, forests it roams.

Dancing alone above the frosty lake.

Like a slithering foggy-white snake.

The wind carries a melodious tune.

Sailing around hot sand dunes.

“I need to rest!” says the wind.

A house is open around the bend.

Sneaking through the cedar door.

It rests on the welcoming floor.

Joy and peace are found in this place.

A family that loves God and grace.

Chad A. Damitz

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