A wind is coming.
I hear it in the trees,
I feel it in air,
I see it in the clouds.
It signals a change,
A departure from the norm.
A new wind, a new time.
A time to rest in His love,
A time to accept what is,
To forget what might have been.
The wind arrives and blows through my soul
And cleanses it but even its power cannot free my heart.
My heart is unresponsive and cold,
Only I have the power to change it, or at least I pretend to.
If only I truly did have that power,
My life would be so much happier.
I could choose to love who would be the best for me.
I could deny this love that won’t leave me alone and toss it out.
If only it were that simple
If only…
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I must begin to write again, these are evocative, yet very uncomplicated verses that easily conjure something personal for each oen of us.
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I look forward to your writing….
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Ah, Michelle….. I have always believed that love never dies, that it just transforms into something else, maybe into a different kind of love that doesn’t hurt us so much. I don’t know. I keep waiting for that wind, and some days I feel it and it is so freeing, and the next….The air is still again, and suffocating. I guess at some point, the balance will turn for us, and we’ll have mostly days with that new breeze. xoxo
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We can only hope, Deb, and I hope it happens soon, I’m sick of this crap!!
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