Haiku on wind

wind is tearing limbs off trees

howling noisily

born to blow eternally 


My Maestro

 (musical perspective of Psalm 23)

 The Lord is my composer, filling each moment with music.

His songs soothe my soul.

The notes are new each morning, like a prelude at dawn.

When the day’s stress becomes a crescendo,

He calms me with a synchronized sunset.

Amidst darkness He gives me melodies of praise.

Hope and joy are the keys He strokes on the keyboard of my heart.

He removes my sour notes and restores them with perfect pitch,

Bringing us all into His heavenly harmony