f you could take the wind and put it in a box,
Then sit it on the ground and cover it with rocks,
Would you become its master, to lose it as you will?
Maybe just a gentle breeze is what you want to feel,
Would you unleash it all with a fury full of intent?
Or release it calmly and hope for no event.
If you could take the snow as you watch it gently fall,
Wondering if its God’s intent, to place upon your wall,
Would you cherish what it is, or only beauty to the eye?
Would you care to see its mystery, or even wonder why?
If all it is to you is water, that has a different look,
Try to see it as it is, as tomorrow’s flowing brook.
If you could take the rain and sprinkle not a flood,
But hold it in your power, to wash away the blood,
Of all the dreams gone by, that didn’t happen as were meant.
To wish those wounds to heal and do to full extent,
The rain is surely given, not as a bitter friend,
But for a reason in its season, so does this message send.
If you could take the sun and hold it in your hand,
To feel its warming heat and have it on demand,
Would you take it out and brighten cloudy days?
Then sit it on a post, while soaking up the rays,
Share this wonder across the fence, as a neighbor turns to smile,
Just a show of grace, rather than a temper wild.