however the wind blows
not one of us knows
or from where it comes
or to where it goes
so is the work of One we know
in every heart and soul
it is for His good pleasure
how and when we grow
so press in all the more
dig deeper in the dirt
the soil of soul and secrets
adjusting crosses when they hurt
laugh at the mirror often
as we follow His sacred heart
from the womb to the coffin
every morning a new start
wkm
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