Goddess morning Royals 👑. First, give praise and worship to the all High.
It’s a great warm, but breezy day, as I walk along a path in the park. My head is cloudy even though there’s no clouds in sight. I came here to try to clear my thoughts so I can focus on my writing but it doesn’t seem to be helping. I take a seat on a bench to relax and enjoy the breeze but there’s a faint sound in the wind.
I ignore it because it could only be the wind and nothing more. Once again I try to relax. The fog in my head is starting to clear but there is goes again that sound, but it’s a little louder. I stand to take a look around me, but nothing. I listen harder to see in which direction is it coming but still nothing. Once again, it’s the wind whistling.
Feeling slightly better I began to walk again, the breeze is getting stronger but still warm. Against my back the breeze pushes, like it’s forcing me in a certain direction. I think to myself, maybe it wants me to find the whisper amongst it’s current. I walk just a little faster, but the breeze stop blowing. A calm is now amongst me, and I stop to take a deep breath. It’s silent for once and like I thought the sound was only the wind. Without the wind the temperature is the right warmth for me, but as I look around others are sweating out of control. They are wishing for the breeze and since I don’t mind either way, I guess I was too.
It came strong like mother nature was running for her life. Strong and forceful as if a storm was upon us. I just crossed my arms and enjoyed it but the noise was loud and it sounded like someone calling out for help. I spin in the direction the wind was coming from but it change before I could get my bearings. Before long the sound surrounded me like a warm blanket. I couldn’t pin point the cry because it kept changing. It called my name, it cried for help, it’s yelled for control, it begged for understanding, it pleaded for directions, it was reaching out to me but I couldn’t reach back. I stood spinning, trying to not allow it to consume me, but it was, and I was afraid the outcome.
I yelled, I can’t find you! I want to help just tell me where you are! Then nothing it got quiet again and the breeze was no more. I asked others around me did they hear the cry for help. Everyone I asked said no. I’m lost, how can this be? The cry was so loud and so real. How is it I’m the only one to hear it? Then I hear it again but now like at first, just a faint breeze. But I don’t go looking for it because I have no idea where it’s coming from. I sit and concentrate on it’s direction so I can help, but it just there. No direction, just there.
I start to pray and ask for the person to be helped and before you know it the sound is gone and a voice comes over me and said, “That’s all I’ve been waiting on, you to ask for help.” “I replied, “I’m not asking for me, I’m asking for the cry in the wind.” The voice says back, “I know that’s why I’m here, to help you. Your conscience spoke so loud to me, that I couldn’t ignore it any longer. So I’m here to offer my help where you have cried for it.” Then tears ran down my face and all I could do is say, “THANK YOU!” For He heard my silent cry in the wind.
Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove