If I could summon any gust or breeze
From any ravine or mountain range
To any shore or sea as I please,
Then let me usher in the winds of change.
Let me deliver rain to slate all droughts
And keep winter off the poor and thin.
Let me chase away the clouds of doubt
And stir up unmoved hearts from deep within.
Let me clear the sky where hope must gleam
And lift the wings of each fallen dream.
Let me be the whispers of unconfess’ed love
And oblivion for all sorrow and shame.
Let me take the unjust land by storm
And slam the gates of Hades shut.
Let me muffle the bugle calls from fools
And nip the flames of war in the bud.
Let me weather the pride of wicked men
And dust their loving-kindness off again.
Let me gather the ashes of the innocent
And bring them home to blissful Heaven.
Let me dry the tears of the childless
And tenderly cradle the motherless.
Let me be the voice for those in despair
And ears to every unheard prayer.
But why … why must a gust or breeze be called upon
When change begins from you and me?
If so, why can’t this day be the very dawn
For us to live out love with joy and with glee?
After being tied down by a month of extensive work duties and travels, here I am, panting for a second wind as the year huffs its halftime whistle.
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