Winds Of Change

Peace is the treasure; that all of us seek;
but, that few of us ever find;
change is a destiny that reaches its peak;
leaving that peace behind.

The winds of change are always at work;
tho peace requests they keep still;
forbidden pleasures that some partook;
conflict with the Master’s will.

Vicissitudes of life are often planned;
they don’t just simply occur;
change has a way of making demands;
to which; none can defer.

Winds of change are a part of nature;
they’re simply thoughts we’ve tried;
circumstance is their nomenclature;
and they cannot be denied.

Winds carry thoughts, hither and yon;
gathering debris from all thought;
some from the Master, we depend upon;
others; from evil are brought.

That peace, we seek, requires motion;
tho sometimes life seems erratic;
all love requires a stirring of emotion;
which makes all loves emphatic.

The ocean is the metaphor of peace;
with its constant ebb and flow;
winds bring love’s sweet release;
change allows love to grow.

Monty 5/6/24. # 2,095