Westron Wynde ~ Sunday, January 11, 2026

Westron wynde, when wyll thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys,
And I yn my bed agayne!

~ Anonymous

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

~ John 3:16 (NIV)

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Coleen blew in with the Chicago breeze
on a zephyr, full of sunshine, big smile
leave it to Christ to make women happy
every once in a while, if I should sneeze
every once in a while, I meet Spirit
noticing her Sunday dress without guile

blessings from her mouth, sounds a bit sappy
learn about Jesus on the Brown Line train
every once in a while, deep in a pit
wishful thinking, nothing but big blue eyes

imagine that I have been here before
not unlike my past life, a maze of lies

women, beautiful distractions, to store
in a book, on a tally sheet, my brain
trained to read between the lines, beauty
honors the grotesque with loving-kindness

trouble from the start, for a man to tame
his apparent interest, what of duty
exacts obligation, scope of practice

Coleen appeared charismatic, blindness
honors what she cannot know, how lame
in life I have become, a no luck duck
continue our journey of malpractice
agents of mutability, spare change
given the wind, a breeze offers a chance
ordained beforehand by what appears strange

blown in by the western wind, if I dance
remember the angels with harps to pluck
every once in a while, I long to leave
every once in a while, I seek reprieve
zephyr, the western wind, blew me away
every once in a while, in bed, I stay

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