life's messy has a way of surprising
an unexpected gust of wind
and there goes my neatly ordered life
like so many pieces of paper
whoosh
aaaaaah!
now what?
(sigh)
flying things are pretty
as they start to settle
I see new possibilities
find deeper hope
and give thanks
for "random" gusts of wind
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