Riding On the Wind
Riding on the Wind
I share with you a memory of an autumn afternoon;
unloading weekends shopping; such a normal task to do.
Then something moving on my left and this is what I saw;
a whirlwind holding steady, just less than six feet tall.
A spectacle of dust and leaves demanding my attention;
the feeling washing over me; a loving warm sensation.
Without pause, nonchalant; I wasn't in dismay.
Aloud, I spoke, "Hello Uncle George, how are you today?"
Then almost as if walking, gently swaying left and right;
I'd missed him but now he'd appeared, much to my delight.
Approaching just within arms reach, and steady there once more;
I smiled at him. This was no doubt the Uncle I adored.
As whispered breeze he touched my face, oh so tenderly.
I can't explain, but I could feel him smiling back at me.
For several seconds we conversed; hearts speaking to each other;
He'll meet me there on Jordan's shore, when my time to cross over.
So generous of heaven, for its' angels there to lend.
A favored uncle's precious soul........... Riding on the wind.
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