I heard my name called in the wind -

I heard my name called in the wind -

Stirring up in my heart a thrill. 

Neither a person at the trail bend 

Nor stationed upon the hill

Did this phenomenon portend. 

A second stronger wind waxed -

Rushing through the valley. 

Hearing my name again, I was vexed. 

By the rattling of bursage leaves -

The calling out was masked. 

As the wind came, it hushed as quickly. 

It waited for what I’d do next. 

I listened - the valley was still. 

Spirit of goodness -

I whispered - or of evil - 

I bid, let me pass

If that be your will.