I glanced to the wind blowing past me today

My Spirit swept by like a stranger, though looking

Told a story and touched the earth

Calling dead leaves and memories to the ground

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Crisp and crackling, dancing across stones

Gathered and placed to mark a garden

It’s bringing me home I can hear the wind say

Whistling between rocks that hold no green

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I stand and wait for the sound of my feet

The purpose once echoed in my stride

Hearing my name from the calling of a distance

Laughter welling up with my leaping to the gate

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Running to the sound of my name in a whisper

Calling me nearer to the source and away

I thought it another I heard among the leaves

That spun and danced around my dreams

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Tears welled up in my heart and eyes

Clouding my vision yet honing my sight

To see I had waited for a dream not my own

But the calling was to me, by a chariot of wind

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The footsteps I heard were my own in a vision

Their echoes, my calling and departure

I held us here which kept me away

Listening but not hearing who called

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I thought it a stranger among my fears and hope

In a dormant and untended garden

Still the love real and the tears rejoicing

Lifting to the sky, smiling goodbye and good journey

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I reached to the wind blowing past me today

My Spirit stood by like a friend, long waiting

To cast a story and touch the sky

Calling my soul from this dream to waking