pastor appreciation poem

with her hair flaying wildly
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
uplifting, as the wind blew
a thousand silent years ago
master of human destinies am i
night is dark, and the winter winds
out of the deep and the dark
let us pity those who are better off than we are
softly now the light of day
no prey am i of poor thoughts
the snow whispers about me
we break the glass whose sacred wine
who is the runner in the skies
gone before us