CHRISTMAS WIND
Early Christmas Sunday
Inside our complex…
He was walking in the hall,
Surprised at what heard next.
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He heard the wind shriek and moan
Around his apartment wing…
He thought he heard voices,
Haunting, on the wing.
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The souls of those without love,
The thought that came to him….
Like Jacob Marley visiting Scrooge
An uncaring heart to trim.
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Nothing in the world can fill
The voids of people within…
But for God, His Love practising,
Or else you’re a hollow wind.
—Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 