Discerning Winds
Golden clouds silently drift.
Nary has a failed hope stilled this heart this dream.
Symbolic beginnings slowly lift.
They come now in this life with much unseen.
Humility is cast from chiseled stone.
Oh from mountain top to slumbering sea.
Winding paths crooked by presence and its stoic decree.
Discerning are the winds which lead gently home.
J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008
thanks, ~D.
Be always safe,
Karen
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.