Souls in the Wind

This may sound redundant,
But why did the wind stop blowing?
The seeds were abundant;
But only a few were sowing.

No dew nor rain,
And the earth dried up.
Rich and poor felt the pain;
But there was an Everlasting Cup.

A church on the hill,
The haven for a little flock.
There they sought God's will;
And built their souls upon a rock.

The penitent walked in,
With their faces towards the ground.
Humbly they confessed their sin;
Then rejoiced over the love they found.

Many years passed by,
And many came in and out.
A young man gave a sigh;
As he saw what life is all about.

How did they ever find,
That monastery in the hills?
They would have if they were blind;
For the wind bloweth where it wills.