Take Solace
Whispering winds blow through time, counting all it sees. Can the wind offer support to humans as they stumble here. I heard their wooshing sound out on streets dark with gloom. We felt emotions race, while heartbreak caught a fluttering, flittering, twirling, whirling and churning whisper of air. Where are those who capture its flow when there's waxing and waning past distant shores. Count these moments upon which you preceive undaunting fear, but leave all things for God. Have there been times or moments past, when joy filled up your heart? Take solace then, into each soul my searching friends.
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