WINDS ARE BLOWING

Winds are blowing harsh tonight;
sometimes they do and I know how.
Looking deep down at the keyboard i type
I see the wind blowing.
Words stop somewhere in between.
I stare at the screen in anguish and pain.
An inhuman being stares at me
and another human is asking me
for which I have no answer. "We have got to buckle up and do
the things that we have to do."
O God almighty, why do the demons not bow to you?
God are you there, are you listening to me?
I know your answer.."Cowgirls and cowboys have buckled up .
They must be on their feet"
I stare at the screen,
blank, dumb.
winds blow, the rains pour into the night.
nations divide, borders sealed. Economies crumble;
things are harsher perhaps than what they seem
and I only hope they are safe. the boys and girls with youthful hearts
and clean dreams