Eastern Wind

Sitting in the stillness – listening for – murmurs from behind God’s closed and heavy doors – knocking at the doorway – the eastern wind blows – singing through my heartache – rattling the windows – I don’t need to know what the wind – I just need to go where the wind blows – thought I held the world in my srrong hands – but that eastern wind had other plans – my bags are packed and I’ve got my boots on – lights are blazing and the coffees’ strong – I don’t need to know… - silver strings stretched and singing, waiting for the call, clock’s ticking and I’m listening – I don’t need to know…