Wind

Sunset on the beach and there is a wind blowing slightly offshore. It makes the grains of sand dance around your ankles, it lightly whispers in your ear. It embraces you exactly where you are and plaits your hair in intricate patterns. Every now and then a gust comes through and wipes a tear from the corner of your eye. A tear that needed to be shed, was waiting to be heard. The wind dares not to know the truth, does not ask where you have been, who you have been, but echoes beauty, renewal, always glimpses of sun-kissed youth. It’s in these moments that for me, heaven and earth collide.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015

Home is here

Your place is here
And lest you forget and
Uncertainty brings fear,
I’ll be here to remind you:
Your place is here.
As storms gather and threaten
To wreck and ruin,
With summer skies of youth
Gone too soon,
I’ll be here to remind you:
Your place is here.
As life ends and we question why
With little answers as comfort
Yet we will and try,
I’ll be here to remind you:
Your place is here.
And one day when He
Has the final say,
You’ll know you had a home,
A place to stay;
And it will be clear:
Your place was here.

Copyright Hiraeth 2014