73. CHILDREN UPON THE WINDS

The seawinds race along the cliffs

And up the streets carrying autumn leaves;

Colorful is her laugh, her glance in fun,

Earnest her hug, and warm her kiss...

When she first discovered love

It overwhelmed her...

The mundane world feels threatened by too much love

Young girls are always out of place here

Better they should all live on the moon

Or on Haight street with no calendars

Or in Paris in the spring

Anywhere but Utah...

Her hometown banished her for loving too much

She cried when she told me...

Wherever she wandered she left her imprint in the sands

I know an old seadog who gets misty-eyed

When he thinks of her friendship

I know several in fact

Her funny old car was a statement in itself

To see her behind the wheel was a joy

Now she has traded it all for a sailing ship

And children

And a life in paradise on earth In this life there is sowing and there is reaping...

To think for a moment of that lonesome far away Utah town

And how it lost such blessings...

And of all the children on the winds

Lost by such people, such towns,

Hearts flying upon God's breath

Unbeknownst to stern dark churches

Hearts basking in God's warm rays

Ignored and passed over by priests and ministers and sheep

Where is the true path when all ways seem dark?

This above all else:

That ye love one another...