Sometimes The Wind Slams Shut An Open Door

A tree stands still
But a tree swing
swings both ways

You may have slept all day
When you woke
It was dark
But look up
and notice the stars are bright

We’re only here for a short time
When things are wrong
Its then we pay attention
It seems so long
Failing to measure the good times
One day you wake up
So much of your time is gone

Our boldness becomes a grain of sand
Our wisdom a stormy beach of thrashing waves
Confusion without any rhyme
But you just know
Unable to explain how you knew
Leaves float silently to the ground
When the wind blows
Those leaves come alive and make a sound
By: Roger Harkness – Shepard of Peace

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