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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Wind Come and Wind Take

Leaves are stirred and branches shaken

and within my heart the skies awaken

to a tempest of healing—

my heart has been aching.

From where comes the wind?

Who churns the air and sends it forth

in currents of force

that must be much more

than science can explain?

For it’s a gentle peace, and it carries my pain

to far away places, alive at end of day.

Oh come, soothing wind,

wash over my face.

Dry my tears, take me far from this place

where devils rule and my fears collide

in a horror of dreams born from true lies.

Shake my branches, tear at my leaves

and rip off my bark for the wood underneath

is damaged and rotten and I cannot but plead

for a wind to uproot me and deliver final peace.

I have never felt more alive as when

a determined wind bleeds from a sky with no end.


 

This is a piece of the collection titled "A Walk in the Woods", to see others included simply click: #awalkinthewoods

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