Ever was there wind upon this world <br />whispering sweet or surging savage, <br />streaming high, or howling low, <br />over oceans and rivers <br />across continents and nations, <br />through forests and mountain passes, <br />carrying love, carrying hate <br />from sunrisings <br />to sunset days <br /> <br />Winds of love there are <br />moving sweet as zephrs light <br />to gently stir the curls <br />of maidens softly singing, <br />to fair young men reclining <br />upon aprons soft <br />caressed by drifting scents <br />of springtime near: <br />tenderings of honeysuckle, <br />and jasmine, of larkspur <br />and lilly <br />of morning rose <br />and yellow daffodil, <br />gentle waftings <br />in love with earth, <br />rain-soaked and bursting, <br />with wildflower fragrances <br />that carry us like soft petals <br />through the gentle air <br />and moves us to believe <br />in all the possibilities <br />of our existence. <br /> <br />Winds of hate there are, <br />wicked winds that in the distance build, <br />spawned in places dark and brooding, <br />till they howl across unholy landscapes, <br />the hell of Auschwitz, the horror of Dactau, <br />the bloody sands of Normandy, <br />the hills of Gettysburg, the plains of Waterloo— <br />winds that speak of smoke and death’s decay, <br />that howl down innocence and beat it to the ground, <br />that tear asunder the gentle word, <br />and desecrate the softly spoken prayer. <br />The calm and reasoned mind even <br />is whipped and torn to tattered shreads <br />flapping in this madness raging. <br /> <br />Both winds have I felt, <br />winds of love and hate, <br />each tossing with special madness, <br />the souls of Romeo, of Juliet, <br />of Abel and of Cain— <br />these winds of our existence <br />ever building <br />ever tearing down— <br />creating or destroying- <br />flowing through our lives.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winds-3/
