Winds of Change

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
David Hume 

The winds blew through my city the other night

Branches flew from trees










The seagulls headed south away from it all

The dust and the leaves filled the air

My peaceful world was agitated
and so was I

Eventually the winds moved on,  leaving this message  behind:

"Do what you must...do whatever it takes...to keep the winds of worry from blowing through your mind

Do what you must...do whatever it takes....to keep the dust of life from covering your soul"

The winds spoke....and I will listen

From my mind to yours...

peace

and that's poetiquejustis

Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you   John 14:27