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Benediction
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Heart Songs Hearing the call of a plaintive sky...
he listens in solitary silence
absorbing the flow of wind-borne tears,
gathering them all into his cupped hands,
where he breathes his warmth into the cold waters
of yesterdays long gone but ne'er forgotten.
Standing strong against the winds of change;
melancholy wails of forlorn trees
whipping about madly in the winter gusts...
he harnesses the mighty gales,
reining them back into a gentle whisper,
reminders of all that is beauty.
And there, in the quiet of an abated storm
where willows sway to a sacred dance
and swallows flutter their wings in prayer,
he smiles for all the right reasons...
bathing in the graceful benediction of a new sun
and remembers how good it feels to be alive.
