Down the canyon corridor,
over rock and dessert grass,
travels the undulating wind.
Pausing only to take a breath
before commencing its aspiring
journey toward the unknown.
It brushes our cheek and tousles our hair,
before leaving us with the sense
of a growing distant dream.
It is the spirit of God, caressing the soul,
guiding us to believe
there is so much more to learn.
We stretch out our open arms
to catch it's mighty power,
as it sweeps it way through earth.
Never to be captured and held still,
only to be seen at its work
in sculpting a delicate new design.
11/11/2016
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