The Wind Whispers. . . .
Ruach whispers in my ear
“Find peace, my dear: Ruhe”
Ruach whispers in my heart
“Find yourself, I’ll be at your side”
Ruach whispers to my mouth
“Speak with grace and truth.”
Ruach whispers to my feet
"I will guide you on the right road."
Ruach is the balm, the calm that I need.
She guides me to turn aside pride,
turn to others
hurting inside.
She swirls around me wrapping me in energy
hugging me in hope.
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.
I can now reach forward with
Ruach’s wind at my back:
I can breathe again. I am alive.
I am comforted knowing Ruach
will be with me
until the end of days. . . .
and beyond.
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