what the wind knows

I'm thinking of my brother and his wife and two children today. I do every day, but today I'm thinking about them while I'm writing. They lost their twenty-two-year-old son on December 19, 2009. It still feels fresh to me, so I can't fathom what they are feeling. Yet they are standing. By the grace of God they are standing. I love them so much. Here's a piece for them.

50mph
today
is a
stareoutthewindow
day
snow covered roads
keep us home
but
the wind is
my true
captor
bending the trees
without
mercy
they try to
save themselves by
throwing off their
extremities
branches flying
hitting the
windows
today
is a
stareoutthewindow
day
the wind is
my true captor
trying to kill
the trees
they screech their
protests
echoing off the mountain
howling in the chimney
today is a
stareoutthewindow
day
the wind is
my true captor
torturing
the trees
they bend
nearly to breaking
but
will stand
at
the
end
of
the
day
today
is a
stareoutthewindow
day
i'm trying
to hear
the lessons
hidden in
the wind
how to
stand
at
the
end
of
the
day