Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Spirit of wind

Rub the salt
in the wounds
they will heal
none too soon
you've branded me
what none should be
untie the chains
and set me free
my heart will be
no slave to one
imprisoned still
it will bow to none
no man can break
this spirit of wind
blowing freely even
trees do bend
against its gentle
persuasive touch
blades of grass
fold with such
graceful bowing
can I be less
then to follow their
example of gracefulness?