WIND

[RONALD FEASEL]

The wind blows yet you can't see,
you feel it's breath you know it's free.

The branches relent--even the grass,
swaying , rocking, in it's pass.

We each have a wind so real,
to react from to feel.

Life blows from many a direction,
we can't know we lack detection.

The wind of life has a unique sway,
to each it blows a different way.

To some it's hard and unforgiving,
others are caressed with gentle giving.

Can we say that others are wrong,
do we know the wind that made their song.

We must be free from condemnation,
in our internal station.

Who knows what the wind will bring,
don't judge but instead sing.

A song of love to all in the wind,
acceptance and caring is not a sin!