Quiet! For the wind cries from the east;
It speaks of suffering and of silencing shattering,
It speaks of courts, in whose cants are death’s shade,
It speaks of a gathering against His Anointed,
That all like lambs may be led to the slaughter.

Quiet! For the wind cries from the west;
It speaks of softness and stupor.
It speaks of sweet words, a voice not in the wilderness,
It speaks of lords who proclaim life everlasting,
Yet glory not in God, of their gaping maws.

Quiet! For the wind cries from the north;
It speaks of sweet-clawed, soft-eyed shepherds,
It speaks of idolaters, lusting for deference,
It speaks of men who celebrate His name
While welcoming sin, the world’s wake.

Quiet- for the wind cries from the south;
It speaks of the righteous, redeemed, ne’er forsaken,
It speaks of their doubts, their sins, their dread,
It speaks of love, of hearts half-sacred,
Sons who lisp as that father did of belief.

A sign, of waters who sing from the east.
Who drinks from the wine of man’s mountain, beware.
He shall drink of a finer vintage, which the lords of the feast,
Men unrighteous and mad, mocked at the making of,
The wine of the tower’s fall, against which their wickedness failed.

A sign, of waters who sing from the west.
The voice which urges slumber has been silenced, for lo,
The prophets are rebuked, by their fathers through-pierced,
Cast alive into the lake, their lovers made salt,
And shame, ere they are cast, had their garment become.

A sign, of waters who sing from the north.
Their millstone is heavy, and the waters are howling;
They sing high and mighty, “Let the sinner come down.”
Like the third-cursed waters, they waste and they groan.
Let long-leafed eyes see the truth of their lives.

A sign, of waters who sing from the south.
The day of judgement will come, of joy and swift fire,
For a seed has taken root, the mighty God, the Son,
Who intercedes, upholds, whose hand brings salvation
And the increase of His tabernacle shall taste no end.

Note: Written 2/26/23.