Rhythms of the Wind - Prologue

Rhythms of seasons that come and then go

Rejoicing and mourning, the tides ever flow

So where is this place that I find myself in?

Will hope be deferred or will new life begin?

Nothing is promised, the future’s unknown

Despite our trajectory, hopes that we’ve grown

May spring up like tares in the fields of our heart

We’d wish for together, but wind-blown apart

This season that started, how soon will it end?

As rhythms distinguish a lover from friend

Happy, we traipse toward this new patch of ground

But when we arrive, who knows what will be found?

We hold it all loosely and cling to the One

Who’s perfect and faithful when all’s said and done