Let the wind blow into the hearts of those in need,

A warm wind, refreshing, spring like, gentle on soft skin.

Death near, but gone,

                           is now but a fleeting sign post, to my eternal presence,

Where sun shines, and His gentle wind blows all day,

Like the sea breeze on the beach, drenching our souls in His love.

 

I am enveloped in the light of God,

                           at peace, at last.

Don’t lament now, for I am home,

                            and I am safe.

Let the pain subside,

                            the struggle end,

                            turmoil no more.

For the light and warmth protect me, swimming in a sea of everlasting Peace.

 

Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham