In the Winds of the Spirit

The wind howls, but still the little bird sings on

Rain comes down in torrents

But still the little teller of truth writes and dies

It was all of love though they didn’t see it

The red paths strewn with ruby petals

The unwanted rose had led the way

But only at the end will they understand

And that only after a thousand years

The lions roar, but still the little thorn smiles on

Refusal comes down in force

But still the little candle shines and lives

Ever rolling pearls before the kindest of swine 

Ever hopeful the tide will turn and trees fall

That all might fit the sweetest prize of all  

But only at the end will they understand

And that only after a thousand years

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The wind warms, and the little bird sleeps

Rain comes down in drizzle

But the little singer of riddles sings no harm

Though they didn’t know it

All yellow paths strewn with baby babblings

For the milk and not the meat led the way in sleep

But only at the end will they understand

And that only after a thousand years

 

The kittens purr, and the little bird yawns

Acceptance comes down in applause

But the little trumpet is lost in the thickening dazzle

For awhile hiding pearls from the fairest of swine

Too afraid the tide won’t ever turn, or men fall

That all might find in loss their greatest joy of all

But only at the end will they understand

And that only after a thousand years