I sit in the shade,
Wishing I could see the sun
But the branches sways in my view;
covering all hopes of light...
As the chill wind blows the boughs
in the breeze,
I may only catch a glimpse as the
warmth reflects off
the pools of receding tears.
One glimpse is what we live for...
The world lived in and for offers no view
of light if we choose to keep our gaze
on the swaying branches, unless we look past
the things being moved and look at the wind;
for it shows us the ways of Him and His
moving spirit.
Follow the wind, don't dote on the branches...
and the sun will finally show itself