This winter of the soul is coming to an end
Your wind gently blows over
Drying the shell that has been made
Created during the season of solitude and hibernation
It cracks, crumbles to the ground
Falling to the floor as knees fall in worship
Remnants of a life kept hidden by memories and forgetfulness
A breeze of nurture stills and rests
As the water of heaven falls
The ground responds with the sweet aroma of thirst
The soul drinking it in, nostrils inhale and breathe comfort
Refreshment and rejuvenation
Alive once again to dance in the wind
To dance in the rain of life
�February 26, 2004 Sarah Russell. All Rights Reserved.
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