Hearts Journey

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Appealing to the very Heart of the matter. From the painful uncertain beginnings to the soul releasing ends. A journey we all must take, a soul journey.

Submitted: April 10, 2007

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The cool wind seeps the little warmth in my soul transfiguring it to dread. I was finally alone, away from the despairing silence. I welcomed the roaring wind as it ripped through my clothing. I looked up and there was no blue sky for which my heart to soar to. I face away from the storms, to the castle. My hopes swelled hoping to transpire to some unknown echelon. My soft feet left muddy footprints in the exposed path. I dig deeply into the softened earth, frustrated I think about my plight. Where does it lead? The wind pushes me to a respite, full of indifference. But, there was no time to think, no time to be judgmental about something that takes no care from me. Long ago I remember at high time the world was at peace then and there seemed to be no time. It seemed to stand still and promise not to pass. I got caught up in ecstasy; as it passed I awoke and knew not the time. Now the wind tussled my worn hood and whip about my cloak fiercely, I stop to hope it would all stand still. Like the day at high time. But the wind was constant and did not stop or cease. My cloak fluttered constantly I dismissed the irritation as something infinitely bothersome, I was lost in my own fantasy world, it was a world of no pain and suffering. Then it was shattered, my faith turned to despair and I turned to the constant wind. I angrily threw off my cloak.

Then the storm tore even harder at my light underclothing. She whipped me multiple times with a once coiled lash. The wet earth soaked my weary knees, my body shook with tremors. That was it, it was the thunder that shattered my fantasy world. Here it comes again announcing its powerful presence, not a creature was ignorant of the rumbling king. My weak shell kneeled, supplanted. Something was wrong, the earth is considerably wet and the thunder rolled annoyingly. Clouds rule the sky, and wind speaks her voice. The rain, the blessed rain where goes it. Where is the blessed rain in my storm. There is only noise, which is no better than the silence of my castle, my temple of refuge. I am lost, aside myself, and beside myself. Never to reside in my- huh! what-what is this. The blessing rain, the holy rain. Oh! come- Yes! I got up twirling. The cool drops sizzled on my parched flesh. It sends relief to my mind almost fainting. Then the wind and the clouds grew darker and I shrank away from the Titans to a shelter. The rain puttered to me softly, but over the thunder, I barely heard. If it was not for the compelling rain I would not have heard. It called me away from the noise. It called me to the heart of the storm. The Heart of the storm, the storms Heart, the storming Heart. I ran quickly to the battling storm. It roared fiercely. I ran on, now the rain grew, I heard a voice much more powerful than anything. I was not loud, but constant. It did not moan like the wind on breaking points. It did not in periods thunder. It was not strenuous as the clouds, but soothing. I was a washed with pain and sadness, and the storm intensified it. Nevertheless, I followed as the voice called. I uncertainly continued, but I did not stop. The Path was narrow and I saw few traveling. As I traveled father from my stronghold the storm grew quieter. I fell and the rain gracefully pulled me on. Then it was all still, the sun shone, for several hours it did not move. Where was I? Fresh green smells filled my nostrils. The sounds of little birds awakened my dead heart. As the sun rays splashed radiantly around me I fell into Love. There was no wind to obey, no thundered, at which to cringe, and no stormy clouds to despair in. I was free.


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