My wind

One point in my life I held great regard for the wind. The careless way I could be when I hoped for love.

Ah how I would dance in circles upon greenery. So much twirling to cause dizziness but of pure bliss, I experienced.  Truly a sense of joy.

I had those hopes, those dreams I could be anything I wanted. Yet what did I desire the most? Ah silly notions. Loved.

At most the changes of my life came and went giving such freedom to trivial ideas. Then onward to decadent dreams. The ones where truth laid flat in front of me. I still overlooked it.

A curious sort I am. Unique in a sense of contentment of self. Not quite sure that could ever be understood by anyone.

Gathered thoughts proved that many would never get any part of my spirit. Only that one part. The oddity.

The wind carried me through  rancid trials. I stood tall where I could. Not really wanting to back down.

And still in my weakest moments I opened up. Blossomed into the feathers in the wind. The leaves in an uproar of rustling.

Ah I did shine. The vibrant pieces of me explored hopes. My life expanded in such greatness that I have finally realized..

Ah yes the scene of hope and dreams floated towards a landing. How else can I describe it but purely the trueness of the story, my love of the wind.

The breath given to me. The hope I cling to. Still I listen. Encouraging inside the waiting.

A silent whisper. I prayed today you heard. Jehovah only knows.

My wind all along was the gift from Jehovah. Thankful to have been given an opportunity to develop and pursue this love.

Indeed the wind lands softly. Warms and tickles me. I am shy to smile. Yet I do.

I extend my hand to give thanks. Breathe. Take a step with me, as the wind takes hold. Listen where you can. For certainly you will hear my childhood laughter.

Seek the air and the gentle breeze.  Give allowance to the  chill and the nipping.  For I am sure you will see my smile.

For this, my wind, gathers me. I am free and in graceful glide. A softer side opened, if you want to hear.

The wind. My calmness. My hope. Still I know of the dreams inside me.

The wind,  all along has been Jehovah. Just ask and you will finally know me.