a prayer

the wind blows cold

even when the day is warm
and  a single hovering cloud
can cover all with a dark gray
holding the sun at bay
it chills the soul
with isolation which makes
the heart shutter
a face of uncaring cruelty
abounds in a world where
those with mal-intent
instill fear over those
with lesser means

the day will come when

warm air blows in
and the sun dissipates
that cloud
gives a warm embrace
to the smallest flower
and it shall grow into
a garden that will feed
the least of them
and forgiveness will
fertilize the soil
which will enrich the soul
of those once so cruel