Four Ways In Search—the Wind Poem by Mark Heathcote

Four Ways In Search—the Wind



Four ways in search—the wind at its centre
Standing-still sure to completely-surrender
Shall put you in reach-like a child in a manger
Rocked towards the South rocked to the West.

Never in any real outward danger
Rocked towards the North rocked to the East
Your faith has chariot wings in its favour
A soul of comfort you must always savour.—

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