"Whispering Winds" a poem written March of 2009

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Whisperings Winds


Where the wind bloweth who does know?
Where it comes or where it goes, who can tell?


The silence wraps around those who know.
Forever is silence, even as the silence of the last toil of death's bell.



Today, you may pray.
But tommorrow where will you go?



Pray as you go today.
Let your choice be made today for eternity, is nearer than you know.



The wind howls, and passes by...
Shadows fall and fade.



Who's grave is that you see near by?
Faded tears are the crystal river you must wade.



Death is near, this is clear.
Prepare today for eternity.
Because eternity is ever near.



Be prepared for your turn to walk through deaths door is certain.
As the wind passes over the graves...



Is your soul at rest?
Have you confessed in vain, rejecting God's best.



Confessing but never fully accepting Christ is a mistake.
For it is on Christ alone you must trust.



If without Christ you die, in eternity will your soul quake.
for in hell will your memory fade and rust.



Who will you blame?
When all the world see's your shame.



The wind may blow, over your grave today.
Where in eternity will your soul reside?



In peace and comfort or in the fire and torment.
The choice my friend is yours.



The wind is blowing...
as the grave is filled, who's life is it, that from life's shadow is fading?



Yesterday it was your friend,
but today the wind may blow over your grave...



Nearer is our end,
for our life is but a vapor...



We are here but a moment in time...
The choice is your's my friend...



In Heaven or in Hell...
Today, as you pray, remember...



Remember over your grave the wind will blow some day soon.
Only the soul will live forever more.



Choose wisely my friend...
There will be no second chances on the other side of the grave...



The wind is whispering your name...
It is not a game, on the other side the wind does not blow...



The choice is your's to make.
Heaven or hell, only you can decide.