(11 April 2009, Victory Park, by Carl A. Patton)




Writer’s Note: Beloved little do many know of the Creation or the Wind. The answers abound as do the riddles of life left as puddles in the wake of life after the storm. The energy will never cease to move in and outside my body even as I make a move of transition to a space where the air will never ever stand stale and foul as does the air polluted by the faults and transgressions of man.


There was a serene quiet after

the storm but the wind the

air never stood still.


There was no longer an eye of

the storm. The rush and sound

of the wind had also ceased.


But I still felt the wind. Was

it ever still? Even on the hottest

day did the air cease?


If there was no wind would

there be no air? Puddles littered

the field as birds came to drink.


Life also went on as the people

came out. The children innocent

in play as the air met the wind.


Peace and Golden Paradise, Carl A. Patton a willing slave and servant of Almighty God and Christ Jesus writing for the FreedomJournal Press a God Fearing Free Press 10 July 2009 in the year of our Lord and Savior Christ Jesus.

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