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Joel Pickett Joel Pickett
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The Wind

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soul mates

I hear voices in the wind.

The substance of the wind is sorrow and sadness.

I hear a single voice above the wind.

I listen to one voice among many.

I must answer the one.

I answer, "I am here".

I wait, hoping I am heard.

Someone is there, calling for help.

The sorrows in the wind overwhelm me.

Yet I listen and answer, "I am here, I wait for you".

I wait. I am waiting and hoping.

I will not give up.

The voice is calling again, crying.

I scream, "I am here, speak to me, I will listen".

What else can I do?

The voice is distant.

I can't travel into the wind.

Time stops. The voice answers me.

The voice and mine become real in the moment.

We talk.

The sorrow in the wind is defeated.

Sadness gives way to hope.

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