Don’t Fight the Wind

My dad would say, “Don’t fight the wind, son,” whenever he saw war brewing in my eyes

Wars fought long ago
that woke me up
crying, punching, kicking,
screaming,
reaching for a horizon
Walking in a daze
to somewhere
that was nowhere
A place I couldn’t reach
because I was trying,
desperately trying to find
the twelve year old me
to let him know
we’re going to make it
beyond that moment
and something miraculous
will manifest from it all

Time won’t tell us
anything more
than we tell time
to disclose
Yet, when that moment
arrives, it arises and raises
a sun that beams
upon all survivors
melting the tears
to rainbows that arch
from our heads
back to our hearts
Under which we find
the solace of the miracle
that the wounded child
within us has longed for

It is there, here, now
in a holy instant
we no longer
fight the wind,
but allow it to carry
the unnecessary away
and breathe us
back to life
with
Its
songs
of
healing

 

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Author: thisholyinstant

Anthony Goulet is an author, motivational speaker, trainer, and full time street outreach crisis counselor.

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