When might the whirling winds

When might the whirling winds
Wrap us in their weight
And whisk us away
Upon that glorious land

When might we be allowed
To wander the sands
Of those far away lands
Of the long white cloud

Twas but a decagon
When last had we
Looked upon
Thy glistening green
And cerulean waters

They welcomed us
Wander through
That sanctorium of
Splendor

Yea still of those days
Remember
In the early decembered
Summerset spell

And still may we tell
Of those tales of old
That perchance in their
Telling might beckon
Us back

Awe of once to be there
And back again
Should surely we stay
For no other land
Could steal us away

Save that of which
This be as counterfeit
For that land
Which lies beyond
The sea and sand

Tis far grander
Than the greatest
Isle that may warm
Our hearts awhile

Yet when their thrill
Doth in us chill
Thy warmth will
Have barely begun
Its work

For there within
Our hearts have longed
Of lands so luxurious
To gaze upon that
Most glorious

For the Lord of that land
Doth stretch out his hand
To all who would come
As humble and dumb

That day by day
The deadly hours
Might drift away
Into millennial measure
Where time is a treasure
Ne'er tarnished again

For the hour awaits
When we may
At last approach
Those glorious gates

Where our Lord and King
Doth welcome us in
For once were we
As enemies
Now by His grace
May look upon
His face
And live

For the price
He hath paid
With his own blood
Hath paved
The pathway
From perdition
To paradise

-Joshua Lee Foist