Wind and clouds surround us now

as a cloak to wrap us with,

guarding the secrets we possess

and help us move forward through the abyss.

Deep and dark as the longest night

we fight our way to the light.

As we move and as we toss

our hope –the wind carries it …

up into the world,

to serve as a  rope we cling to.

Through the fire and hell and then despair…

we no longer linger in the air,

of our past.

We pull our horses to stop, as we reach the mountain top,

up and over through the worst

we finally meet our heavenly host.

To absorb the love and light we go

to conquer dark and bring the truth

to endure with love knowing the way,

purpose filled we will not sway.