The Wind Whispers. . . .
Ruach whispers in my ear
“Find peace, my dear: Ruhe”
Ruach whispers in my heart
“Find yourself, I’ll be by your side”
Ruach whispers to my mouth
“Be gracious with words.”
Ruach whispers to my feet
I will guide you to take the right road.
Ruach fills me with the laughter of life
She energizes me to take a chance,
to dance to my own music
She urges me to write—-
by lighting my path.
She fanned the embers of memories,
and inspired me to find my own fire.
I’ve said farewell and can now reach
forward with Ruach’s wind at my back:
I can breathe again. I am alive.
Ruach is the balm, the calm that I need.
She guides me to turn from pride
to others hurting inside.
She swirls around me wrapping me in energy
hugging me in hope.
I am comforted knowing Ruach will be with me
until the end of days. . . .
and beyond.
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