I hear my name whispered on the wind, and can do naught but answer, for I belong to the wind, and all that “is”
I hear my name resounding from the hills, and I respond with a deep desire to see and touch; to explore the less traveled pathways
I hear my name in the rustling of the leaves, beckoning me to come forth, to cross the next horizon, climb the next mountain, and meet new friends
I hear old friends shout my name, saying “Come join us”, and I respond with a hearty “I’m coming, my friends”
I eagerly anticipate the shared feeling of joy and freedom, knowing in my heart that they too, belong to the wind, and all that “is”…
4 thoughts on “I Belong”
That is beautiful!!
Thank you, Terri!
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Wow Pat, I love that!
Thank you, Mickey! It’s us, isn’t it?