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My mind is racing in the wind,
with music in my ears,
and the rush of drums in my heart.
A whisper barely heard,
but makes me turn no less,
and I wonder what I missed.
I need to be real,
and loved by my Creator,
So the Cricket guides me through.
I am wise when I listen,
strain through the darkness,
stealing visions of my life lived for You.
Written in response to Sunday Scribblings 2 writing prompt: Wise.