The Winds of Change

I can feel it in the wind and I turn into it

Letting it hit my upturned face with its full force

As I inhale deeply of a new kind of weather.

The chill has taken to the air and it gives me hope.

Hope that this desert of a summer will not really last forever as I had feared.

Hope that change is on its way, along with the turning tides of seasons.

And hope that God is showing me light at the end of the tunnel.

These lasts months have been torturous for a myriad of reasons

Which suddenly seem to not matter in the least.

Hope does that to a person.

Makes them forget how bad the struggle they are coming through has been.

Somehow that Beulah land on the other side makes it fade

Like some bad dye job when saturated with too much sunlight

When its no longer recognizable which color it was to begin with.

Oh how that refreshingly cool breeze flies straight to my soul

And works its redeeming powers of hope and faith and long-lost trust.

An eternal reminder that God lovingly brings us through seasons

Even summers of dryness like the Sahara,

And is faithful to cool us with the joys of fall gusts.

With the hint of cool moisture hanging on their every breath against my face

Giving me strength to not only press on, but to feel like moving.

Alone in the middle of the wind and the dead of the night

Me, a whirlwind of desires and hopes newly revived,

Dancing like a fool in the midst of a gathering autumn storm.