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The Wind Finds It's Destination
by Tammy Hendrix
A hardened, slouched, weak, nearly deaf and blind man sits on a bench reflecting on the weight he bares for the price he's paid for his relatives, relatives, relatives. So many years of his youth spent fighting not only for his but the rights of his brethren. And now aged and weathered his heart is breaking for he sits upon the bench alone...The wind finds it's destination...and with a warm, gentle, loving kiss on his wrinkled forehead, he feels a message from his mother..."You've done a good job son. It's time to come home"...the old man smiles as his heart gently rests.
A newly born sprout stands proud and strong, firmly rooted in the earth...The wind finds it's destination...gloriously inspired-the sprout, with one grand morning stretch, flourishes his first branches.
An enormous, thick haired, shaggy dog spends his days chasing his boy through the house and outside around the yard. And with a bonnet, scarf and a dress on , he plays dress-up with his girl, while with caution, and a loving tug, he keeps his baby safe from the dangers of a boundless curiosity. Exhausted, panting heavily and overwhelmed by a very busy job, he drops to the ground...The wind finds it's destination...it rushes a mighty sweep of cool air through his thick, hot hair...suddenly he is rejuvenated and springs to his paws. Well rested he gladly assumes his duties to the family he loves so much.
A woman, content and meek against the world is devoted and aware of the breath that gives her life. She peacefully works cleaning and planting flowers around the town tribute of stone to the ones who protect and serve-near and far...The wind finds it destination...and gracefully communicates, "I love you." The faithful woman, already kneeling, ceases her work for one glorious moment, raises her eyes to the heavens and with overflowing love silently responds, "I love you too."
A man waits patiently for the elevator to descend to the lobby floor. His weary mind contemplates his nightly ritual. He's lonely and although he is grateful, he is tired of being alone and having only his dog to go home to. The elevator doors open on the second floor. A woman enters the elevator already filled with people. Her body lightly brushes against his body causing a sudden glance that sparked something undeniable in both of them.
Both still seeking glances, exit the elevator and walk slowly towards the the lobby doors. They cannot seem to take their eyes off each other. Something overwhelming is building up inside them. Directly behind her at the door, the gentleman opens the door for the lady. As they both stepped from the confinements of their daily lives out into the magnificently brilliant, freedom that awaits them outside....The wind finds it's destination... and with a slight rush of encouragement the wind sweeps her into his arms...denial is no more. That first "accidental" touch filled them both with a passion that could no longer be ignored...in private they take pleasure in the gift of the dance of the souls. Afterwards, with a smile on their faces that could not be contained, they kiss and respectfully say their goodbyes.
In a hot, dry, ravaged land food and water are nearly void. Life is not far from extinction...The wind finds it's destination...it warns an innocent with the scent of a predator. Dashing off to seek protection, the innocent is unwittingly guided towards a lake gorged with water. The doe quenches her thirst and quickly learns to become...a fisherman.
The babe rests safely, peacefully in the cradle of his mother's arms. He receives nourishment from the bosom of love...The wind finds it's destination..causing babies first gasp evolving into babies first laugh.
An adventurous yellow leaf, abandoning the nest, lies in quiet desperation, stuck upon the roof...The wind finds it's destination...the brave leaf, catching a ride from the breeze, takes flight then swiftly and slowly floats down onto a wondrous new land...his adventure has begun.
Am immortal waits patiently for the mortal to become inspired...The wind finds it's destination...and as my body inhales deeply within, my soul.....?
Amen
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