Do You Ever Listen to the Whisper in the Wind

Photo by Cristobal Baeza

Do you ever listen to the whisper in the wind?

The gentle one

The one that cradles you

Rocks you when the beat in your chest

Struggles to keep the rhythm of your soul

Resetting your vibrations and bringing you safely home

Do you ever listen to the whisper in the wind?

The one that roars out in anger when your heart is betrayed

That sings songs of violence and rage

That shakes the ground and moves the trees

Rebuilding a foundation for you

So that you may rest with ease

Have you ever noticed the whisper in the wind?

On a hot summer day

When it breathes down your neck

Tickling the hair on your skin

Kissing your body melting a thousand winters

Shedding every heartbreaking sin

Or what about when it rustles the trees

Reaching for you

Gasping for your attention

As if without it, it can’t breathe

Or when it grabs at your ankles

And pulls at your feet

Dragging you backward ten steps

To re-evaluate what you need

Have you ever felt the whisper in the wind

While it walks with you outside

Caressing your heart

Easing your mind

Does it fill you with grace or does it scare you away?

Give you comfort and soothing

Or fear and outrage?

Have you ever noticed when its whispers are filled with words coated in sugar

Giving strength when you feel like you’re falling fast

Lifting you back up like a sailboat and it’s mast

Or do you tend to focus on the pain that it will harness

Like a stallion unbroken it needs some careening

With patience and tenderness

That calms the heart-beating

Do you allow yourself to follow

The compass of the wind

When it’s fared longer than you

Taken this stroll a few times

And knows the best course to bring peace of mind?

Have you ever thanked her

For the air that she breathes

Deep into your lungs

Lighting up your senses

To the world you’ve lived past in ignorant bliss

Bringing back bright color, light, and vigor?

Do you ever just stop to hear what she says

When her guidance is permissible at best

Whether its words decorated in harmony

Or words flaming red?

The wind will whisper the secrets of the world

Just stop and listen to see

The gift and beacon of hope

From nature to you and me.

Love Always,

Riss