3.19.2008

Still Blowin' in the Wind

Listen

And hear

That faint whisper—

A murmur.

Gentle, yet steady

And mighty.


Dancing across broken lands,

Crossing oceans

And borders of tears,

It whistles a low promise

Of hope.


Its swelling song grows louder

And soon its mere stirring

Will become

An irresistible

Gust.


And suddenly,

Together,

We will be swept away

By these winds

Of change.

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