do not fear the wind

it is loving

even in its ferocity

it is loving

let it consume

let it sweep

let it cleanse

set free those cob-webbed

thoughts turned dusty

in that humid room 

in your mind,

in your heart

let it

whisper; as demons tempt

and angels taunt, with all

their schemes

let it carry your prayers

as it carries dandelions

to kiss the moon

do not fear the wind

it is loving.

let it love--