The Whistling Wind

Lonely is the wind

As it blows across the sea

Whistling a sorrowful song

That sings eternally.


I hear the lonesome sound

And shed a single tear

The days of old forever gone

But still I hold them near.


Scenes of all our yesterdays

Fill my soul with grief

Still the whistling wind sings on

Bringing no relief.


About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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