Date Posted:03:26:22 03/14/01 Wed Author: WindWalker Subject: A Cold Wind
A Cold Wind
I took a walk I'd hoped would be pleasant
on a cold, wet and windy day
and how I wished the sun had shone;
and how I wished for a soft, warm breeze
to warm my face and hands today.
My troubles hound me like a cold wind
penetrating within my clothes;
they keep my heart in an icy grip;
they keep me from the love I seek to share;
they freeze my hands: I cannot touch.
There must be some way out of this:
there must be a place beyond these troubles
where bitterness is washed away
as a rain storm washes down a street.
There must be some way to see
beyond these endless troubles of mind;
a way to skirt potholes and cracks
on the twisting road of life;
a way not to stumble or fall;
a way, a final way: replacing fear with love.
