Wind

Wind, come softly
Don’t break the shutters of the windows
Don’t scatter the papers
Don’t throw down the books on the shelf
There, look what you did – you threw them all down
You tore the pages of the books
You brought rain again
You’re very clever at poking fun at weaklings
Frail crumbling houses, crumbling doors, crumbling rafters,
crumbling wood, crumbling bodies, crumbling lives,
crumbling hearts –
the wind god winnows and crushes them all
He won’t do what you tell him
So, come, let’s build strong homes
Let’s join the doors firmly
Practice to firm the body
Make the heart steadfast
Do this, and the wind will be friends with us
The wind blows out weak fires
He makes strong fires roar and flourish
His friendship is good
We praise him every day
Wind, come softly