Go and cry to the wind when life gives way, As though it hears, and you in clouds confide. When all that's solid wants to crumble and sway, Walk, and walk, worry pacing with your stride. Turn where you will, your mind cannot find rest, And all inside you is unbound, unwound. The heart so churned may all good sense protest And the purest wisdom can confound. Yet when evening light gilds the horizon, And brushes orange and rose the clouds' full sweep, I see my scope as I take its size in, And in that moment held, begin to weep. Wonder, the given answer to my plea, Flows free from God and makes the sky a sea.
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