An April Wind

An April wind swirls
About the open door
Of the church

Gathering fallen feathers
To itself

The lingering leaves
Of last year’s Autumn

And every bit of debris
That comes its way

Sweeping all of it
Onto the recently
Vacuumed carpet

Like some prophetic saying!

Are these
My own old sins
Come back to haunt

Or new ones freshly revealed?

Or are they the sorrows
Of our people
And those of strangers

Seeking solace here?

And is the wind
The Holy Spirit
That gathers them in?