Ruah

on windy days
when the swallows are swept across the sky like smoke
i too find my flight interrupted
and the subtle turn in my migration is corrected

o for the wisdom to accept correction
to cease this mindless flapping
and simply soar

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  1. This is poetically a masterpice, darling. You’ve put out something honest and sincere, your talent poured in every word and letter in this narrative. I love it.

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    1. It has been so windy here lately. I have found myself buffetted. Both without and within. To recognize the Divine hand was a surprise that came to me as I wrote. Thank you for your kind words.

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