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The Eclectic Pen - Wind

By: Kami (Kidsey)   + 9 more  
Date Submitted: 5/30/2009
Last Updated: 6/18/2009
Genre: Biographies & Memoirs » Arts & Literature
Words: 134

  You are not in control of me.
You do not know me.
But I know your secrets.
You do not where I come from or where I go. Only one controls my power. I can tug at your skin, or whip at your face. I will make the leaves sway and the pebbles dance as you cannot do. You do not know me, frail one. I am a messenger of God! I carry it with me, always. I am unpredictable, I whisper, sing, proclaim the glory of God. I prove my point, when I show my power at the slur of my voice and rattle of my tounge. I am mighty! But I hold my breath.
For now.
And I call upon you to share the message of the wind.
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ericjasongastelum - 5/31/2009 7:55 PM ET
the message of the wind is movement, movement of hope.
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