Blows The Wind Today

"So then, we may no longer be children,

tossed like ships to and fro between chance gusts

of teaching and wavering with every changing wind of doctrine,

the prey of cunning and cleverness of unscrupulous men,

in every shifting form of trickery in inventing errors to mislead.

Rather, let our lives lovingly express truth in all things.

Enfolded in love, let us grow up in every way and in

all things into Him Who is the Head, even

Christ the Messiah, the Anointed One."

Ephesians 4:14-15

Dalgarnock Burial Ground Martyrs Cross

Dumfries and Galloway Scotland

Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are flying

Blows the wind on the moor, today and now;

Where, round the graves of the martyrs the whaups all crying

My soul remembers how.

Grey, recumbent tombs of the dead, in the desert places,

Standing stones on the vacant wine-red moor,

Hills of sheep,-and the silent vanished races,

And the wind austere and pure.

Be it granted to me to behold you again in dying;

Hills of home, and to hear once more the call.

Hear round the graves of the martyrs the pee-weeps crying

And hear no more at all.

"Blows The Wind Today"

Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894)

Scottish writer and poet