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I Hear the Wind Blowing

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I Hear the Wind Blowing

There are no words I could use
to describe the feeling I have
The day is warm, but breezy
I feel the calmness of the air blowing through the waves in my hair
The scent of the green grass uplifts my senses
Allowing me to recognize my surroundings better

I watch as the seagulls fly across the great blue sky
And stare at the street where the pigeons wabble around in search for food along the grassy facade of the cathedral
The sounds of music could be heard from St. Catherine’s as the loving people of this city dance and cheer to the coming of a new season
Summer is here and the weather is paradisiacal; it isn’t hot or cold, but just right
Somehow the temperature has found a way to maintain an equilibrium in its levels of comfort

I hear the wind blowing as it swirls balls of cotton in the air of this enchanted city
Carrying with it the tidings of peace
I’ve seen many nice days,
And have lived a couple of beautiful ones,
But never have I experienced a day like this one
It is as if today is a day unlike any other

Hundreds of miles away from home I don’t feel that home is too far
My soul is dwelling in a place where its rejuvenation is constantly being watered
The connection that I’m having with the beauty of the current scene has made me come to a realization:
Home is where the heart finds rest –
Where the tranquil taste of submission to God’s majesty and might
Infuses with the acknowledgment of His never ending grandeur

So as I sit on the grassy square pondering the beauty before me
I listen to the blowing of the gentle wind that blows into me words of wisdom and inspiration
Words that are flown here from the clouds of paradise and into the hearts of man

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
Montreal, Canada
June 9, 2013



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