Wind howls like a wild wolf lost in a sea of terror…. howling, howling, howling
Tears at tree top. Toppled them to cold ground littered with dead debris.
Shakes the bough, bends the trunk, tumbles all across moist earth.
Is such a night when restless sleep haunts watches of twilight till dawn.
The soul unable to rest. The mind troubled. The heart sin blackened.
He who spins the wind and topples the trees; it is God one needs seek to find rest.
To stop the howling, howling, howling…
James 4:7-10
Draw near to God and He’ll draw near to you
Patti Wolf 