Gospel winds

The gospel winds'  blow
warm sorrows past those scowling haunts, left abandoned.
A stray dog hopes for a master,. while,
 owning her own sanity,
a young woman is not allowed cats.
Shaken,
mesmerizing willows weep, in fear of colds resurgence.
Shortened days bring little rest, nor reassurance to the hopeless nuns praying for faith, or -
a father to finally come.

The gospel winds' blow -
grey fades to white, while less becomes.
Ones and zeros zig zag mindless -
heedless of etiquette.
And  a numb and lifeless me, asks the Oracle for a window seat -
hoping to see oblivion,
thats come here to preach.