Jack Haven

"Windgiver"

Thundering dark.
Cloud-covered sky.
The whirlwind advances with all of its might.
Standing bared
Before turbulent waves,
I'll pray for you to grant me respite.

He giveth and He taketh away.
     Would you take back your terrible gift?

There's not left a soul
Who can take anymore
Of that cruel turning,
     howling,
          ripping wind.

Did it help? Was it worth
All the ruin you brought?
Thank you (why?)
For the barren glory of God. Oh
Dreadful Windgiver,
I learned this
     (at least this):

You give far too much and take little away.