09/27/2025
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
As I stand alone at the rivers edge, I begin to hear whispers in the wind. The whispering voices of the past. I hear the whispers of children playing and women whimpering over the ones that have been lost. For all those who have come and gone before me, I shead a tear. I shead a tear of sorrow and gratitude for what you must have endured to allow me to stand here today. Many tears have fallen from the faces of men, women, and children throughout the ages. As my tear falls from my face, it too falls into the river of tears below my feet. These voices are now only whispers in the wind but never truly forgotten.
Heartfelt moment