carried by the wind

the wind, she speaks to us...
within her breezes and on her currents,
she carries the voices of lives lived faraway...
and closeby...
stop for a moment,
still the chatter in your mind...
Listen.
look to the treetops and then close your eyes...
open your Spirit...
do you hear that?
there's the sweet lullaby sung by a mother to her little one in Africa...
and that? ah...that is a father teaching his son to be a man in the hills of Cambodia...
there is the sister in Albania scolding her baby brother for his clumsiness...
and a girl from a small village in Honduras begging her lover not to go north...
oh, do you hear him?
a grandfather in Afghanistan weeps as the grandson he raised is buried...
just as a mother in the U.S. mourns for her daughter dead from duty served in Iraq...
the wind makes her way through this world...
past all our prejudices and perceived differences...
she carries what is common in the common man
and she speaks to us...
one day, maybe...just maybe,
we will stop to listen...
we will decide then to pick up the pieces
of a world torn apart...
a world filled with stories...
carried by the wind...