The wind blows
where it wills, and you can hear the sound it makes, but you do not know where
it comes from or where it goes; so it is with everyone who is born of the
Spirit. John 3:8
She knew the necessity of it,
and the risks, too.
But that's not what kept her
from swirling, whirling
hither and yon
like dandelions on the breeze.
It's just that she did not always
remember and sometimes forgot
to let go.
Someday, she thought,
she will touch the moon.
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