Wind "My Friend," You've breathed life into this weary soul- cleansing me - fanning the dying flame of trust into a red hot coal. Granting me a new purpose, and an old task... But hard as I tried I could not harness you or contain you as your will contends. Though I was chasing you searching your depths longing for visions and miracles past I could not fathom your infinite test of my will being broken and spent... I kept pressing on exacting your will- I became worn and tired and soon found - you were chasing me, "My Friend!"