“I’m so glad you came... It’s been raining all day.  It is such a cold world, such a break down world without you...” 

So I turn my face to the wind... What I smell is real, what I feel is truth, what I’m seeking is you... “You brought hope to those of us who had none.”

Turn again. Away from the wind... let the gust catch your sails, let the real smells and truths inside carry you forward. Because that’s all you have... When the Mona Lisa Smile has faded and when the nakedness of life is cut by the raw path of the orphans - heading home...   All you can do is smile. Smile again. And again...  Laugh. Again and again...   Name the ocean and then sail it. Catch the tide and then tame it. Or let it tame you. I’d rather be tamed by the oceans then set free by the political masses and poverty mindsets surrounding our beaches. These white sands only hold freedom if you have the courage to touch the water... People die in deserts. 

But people also die in water...  People die in the air. People die in peace. People die in war. 

People die. 

I’m alive. For now. I am called to worship... to sing out. To declare “things that are not, as if they are.” I live daily and I die daily. I am filled and I am emptied. 

So I turn my face to the wind... the salty wind. The wind I’ve waited for. The change I’ve hoped for... Soon the tide will change and the boat will sail. These hopes and dreams will never fail. Boats sink, winds bring storms. Tides break and the compass falls overboard. But my hopes and dreams can rescue me...  My mind is free.