THIS WIND
By E. L. Mayo
This is the wind that blows
Everything
Through and through.
I would not toss a kitten
Knowingly into a wind like this
But there’s no taking
Anything living
Out of the fury
Of this wind we breathe and ride upon.
This poem eloquently and intensely conveys the fragility and preciousness of life. It makes me think of some of the Old Testament writers, especially the Psalmist, who knew so much of despair.

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