My wind has never let me down. Even when I met trusted gusts that were riddled with tiny shards of glass. When dust and dirt was swept up with me among my sails. Where ever I finally landed was a space meant for me. At times needing nothing to find it's peace and at other times, needing me to see through eyes of glass, dirt or dust to be able to appreciate the ground I was swept away to. I may not understand it all, but that's always ok so long as I have landed where I am meant to be at any given moment or space in time.
What tender moments came, came at the behest of my wind. What beauty has come, came ordained by my wind. What pretty purple laced rainbows I have yet to find the end of...will also be found by the patient guidance of the same. Until then, my wind will take me to parts and places unknown. With eyes fixed on tender, beauty and pretty purple laced rainbows...I fly on...
~Moses
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