My summer wind

My God, be the one who controls the weather of my spirit. I don’t feel gloomy when the day is dull, so don’t let me be gloomy when earthly mists roll across the endless sky of my soul. And if a sudden frost in my mind runs through the summer of my heart, leaving it cold, tired and joyless, wasting the air and sun, you are my south, my summer wind, my all, my one. Amen.