The wind comes rushing through the trees
So like a wild autumnal breeze
With chilly breath and frosted lips
That touches even fingertips !
Imagination floods the mind
Amongst the images we find
Those moments when we push away
We cannot face, no not today !
The morrow brings us renewed strength
To last the whole of one day’s length
God reaches out to us His cup
Inviting us to sip and sup !
