I Hear the Wind Blowing

I hear the wind blowing

In the valley tonight,

As the moon bathes the world

In its magical light.

Little things scurry

In the shadows on the hill,

Under a star-jeweled sky

In a world surreal.

Cloud-lace forms patterns

In the nighttime sky,

And I’m filled with such awe

That my soul longs to fly

To the heavens created

By my God, my love,

Straining to reach him

In heaven above.

By M. Lynell Chamberlain

(M. Lynell Chamberlain is a member of St. John Paul II Parish in Sellersburg.) †

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