Whispers in the Wind

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I hear a gentle whisper drifting in the wind. Silenced voices trying to escape the earthen vaults that smother the sound of time and the breath that used to flow. Loneliness the only companion left to those that mourn and grieve the days that used to be.

WHISPERS IN THE WIND

By Al Garcia

I hear a gentle whisper drifting in the wind.  Silenced voices trying to escape the earthen vaults that smother the sound of time and the breath that used to flow.  Loneliness the only companion left to those that mourn and grieve the days that used to be.  And over 490,000 deaths, and the agony and anguish continues.

I hear the whispers in the wind of silenced voices and abandoned souls that used to frolic under the golden rays of sun, and cavort on moonlit summary nights, living each moment == restless and impulsive.  Those were their days of youth, of vigor and delight.  Those are now the memories burned into our minds, and relived and replayed on melancholy days, when we begin to hear whispers in the wind that bring back time as it used to be.

I hear their gentle whispers, hallow and distant, fading into the gusts of wind that wash away the cobwebs and the dust that time has begun to form, to hide the pain and sorrow left in the wake of these changing times.  I hear the silence of tired and vanquished souls as they face the forlorn days with great expectations, but little anticipation.

We hear whispers in the wind that touch the breath of us.  Each whisper caressing our beating heart to feel the surge of life that still lingers inside of us.  And we feel and hear the silence left behind – cold and empty.  Oh, to have sensed the spark that loved too well, but died alone.  To have grasped the escaping wisp of life that seemed to rise into the brilliance of an awaiting light, that eased their pain and fear of letting go.  To have held their hands as we breathed words of solace, reassurance and comfort.  Oh, how the normalcy of living has touched the normalcy of dying. 

And through the heartaches and miseries of coping with the challenges and adversities of living and dying, we must also suffer the indignities and dishonors of our elected officials, as they stumble, fumble and blunder their way through the haze and maze of public service.  Our Senator (Ted Cruz) decides to abandon his duty, his office, his oath – during one of our worst natural calamities here in Texas, and flees to Mexico.  Our former President (Donald Trump), who called himself a war-time President during the beginning of the Pandemic, decided to retreat and lay down his arms in the field of battle, and ensconce himself behind outlandish conspiracy theories and outright lies.  Some of our fellow citizens decide to abandon their heritage and legacy, and rise up in arms to overtake and overthrow the very government that has nurtured and sustained their lives for generations.  And the very fabric of our national strength and discourse now torn and shredded as the GOP abandons its place and its stature on the pedestal of our American history. 

When once we had heroes and patriots to lead us and guide us, we now have traitors, conspirators and connivers.  When once we had in our highest offices, scholars, thinkers and men and women of conscience and morality, we now, for the most past, have morally and intellectually corrupt and unscrupulous individuals, who place themselves, their party and their bankbook above their oath of office and their pledge to honor, obey and serve the people and the nation.

We hear the whispers of a dying nation.  This last week too many of us felt the cold and bitter truth that comes with overlooking and ignoring the transgressions of incapable and incompetent leaders at every level.  We felt the helplessness that comes with being voiceless and powerless.  We saw how the “other half lives,”, and how we are expected to fend for ourselves at the very time when we expect our government and our public servants to step up and speak up for us, and to reach out to us – not turn their heads and abandon us. 

And through it all, we keep hearing the whispers in the wind.  And for one brief moment, we not alone.  We are once again frolicking under the golden sun, and absorbing the magic of the moonlit night.  Invincible and invulnerable like we used to feel.  But instead of the laughter and the joy, instead of feeling the playful jostling, the elbowing and the poking of carefree mothers and fathers, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, and children of all ages at play, instead of sharing dreams of what tomorrow was supposed to bring – we now only hear whispers in the wind, and then, we are all alone again, left out in the cold, while the world around us changes, and the hearts and minds that once reflected the radiance of who we once were, begin to fade into the shadows and crevices of the abyss of time. 


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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abhii

Nice :)

Sun, May 23rd, 2021 9:39am

abhii

Nice :)

Sun, May 23rd, 2021 9:39am

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