No wind

There’s no wind today but evil still blows

over the land like a tidal wave

and it lifts and scatters the foundations of life

to make humans behave in the strangest of ways.

Soon what is strange will turn into norms

practiced with vigour day in and day out

and perceived freedom will turn into chains

to secure one and all to instability.

There’ll be no place to land and believe

love prevails and kindness exists

and the caring that once enabled true growth

will simply be incomprehensible.

But we’re not there yet, not yet, not yet,

and so of the wind let it blow gratitude

and belief in the power to be like a tree

with roots sunk deep in goodness and grace.

Goodness and grace?  Can it be, can it be?

Oh, can it, can it, ever ere be?