The sound of the rustling waters below,
how it touched every stone on the riverside,
would somehow make my mind aglow,
the message it abides, it reaches me inside.
The whistling wind, it flows,
the song of souls abide,
let it blow, let it blow,
so this feeling of uneasiness subside.
How long would the sun shine?
or would there be nothing more of an ending?
Would it be because, I decline,
of the spirit that you're lending?
The sound of the rustling rivers below,
the message it abides, reaches me inside,
The whistling wind that flows,
could not get this feeling subside.
I stand here, eyes on the sky,
was it a prayer that I was asking?
maybe for a change, I'll get another try
and maybe an answer, it could bring.
The wind blows, it flows,
right through me, it reaches me inside,
the rustling rivers below,
would it let me decide?
Must I heed your counsel to accept it,
the Spirit that you freely give?
Or I was just being exalted, much bit,
and I have to believe?
Author notes
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Comments
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Very spirtiual, beautiful.
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Very powerful
The search from within leaving one inquisitive has the potential to be oh, so elusive! This piece covers many areas of 'concerns' and shows some 'travels' through many 'thoughts'. Similar to that of a page turner - it kept me looking for the next verse! I like it!
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wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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