Times of trial

I hear a lonely blackbird sing, So sweetly in the boughs above; A dove now flies to a place of peace, Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! Far I’d fly from tempest and storm, And flee to rest and sleep in peace; The wind of fear now blows so chill, ’Tis a wind of grim disease. I look upon a street so bleak, The leaves are whipped above my head; And branches pounded to and fro, ‘Tis time of grief, despair and dread. The wind of fear infects us all, It blows where’er it pleases now; I cannot tell from whence it comes, Nor to where it goes, or how. To guide us through the raging storm, We can but pray to God above; To bring us safely home renewed, Born of the Spirit and God’s great love. 7 May 2020 This poem was inspired by the following Bible verses and the issues to do with the Coronavirus pandemic: Psalm 55 (vv 6, 7 and 8) “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. 7 I would flee far away and stay in the desert; 8 I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.” John 3 (vv 7and 8) ,‘You must be born again.’ 8 The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”