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My mind is racing in the wind,
with music in my ears,
and the rush of drums in my heart.
Wise.
A whisper barely heard,
but makes me turn no less,
and I wonder what I missed.
Wise.
I need to be real,
and loved by my Creator,
So the Cricket guides me through.
Wise.
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.
How important listening is. We are not perfect and nor will we be but if our lives are filled with love we have at least taken the right course. (Hope you have settled in now in your new home).
ReplyDeleteThe right motivation makes all the difference! :)
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