The wind that rushes through the trees
May saunter with the ocean’s breeze
And lift the waves upon the seas
Or flutter flakes before the freeze.
The wings of birds that urgent fly
Across the currents of the sky
May reach so far and aim so high
Suggesting time is rushing by.
The sand that scatters on the beach
Reminds us what is out of reach
Those lessons learned one cannot teach
Pray God will not our faith impeach.
Claire V. Bogdanos 