The wind is strong, stronger than
men,
stronger than
what they have created.
The wind is soft, softer than
the softest hands,
softer than the silk
those hands made.
The wind is fast, faster than
the fastest man on earth,
faster than planes,
and high speed trains.
The wind is loud, louder than
our voices put together,
louder than those
pounding speakers.
Stop and listen to his voice,
Stop and hold, in your arms,
Her touch.
Watch it take and bring,
The many things
it will.
Like us:
Dying to be heard,
Praying to be seen,
Yearning to feel.
To live.
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