The Autumn Winds

I stood outside today,

the wheat fields were my gentle sway,

there was hard rain fell all morning,

and I figured it to be tears for our mourning.


I imagined a corn field in the midwest,

where a little boy has been laid to rest,

not with tender desire,

more the actions of a liar.


I have periodic crying spells

when my heart in the silence of my home swells,

I think of all the children

lost in the chaotic evil of this cauldron.


This morning I chose to return to the fields,

to feel the breeze sway the crops, the august yields,

I was thankful in the most horrific manner,

to know such a beautiful young boy did matter.


In the horror of Satan’s grasp upon our soul,

there is this field, in Jacob’s life, his spirit whole.

3 responses to “The Autumn Winds”

  1. I live about an hour from where he was taken. I remember how awful that was and continues to be. There are truly monsters roaming the earth, we would be wise to never forget that.

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    1. Thank you for your words – I remember it well, but wasn’t nearly as close to your experience … I appreciate your glance at this piece.

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      1. My pleasure.

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