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I can always hear him...
As he thunders high above in the
cathedral spiritual clouds .....
With his encompassing spirit voice .....
Over the mighty mountains he comes.....
Across the majestic waters he comes ....
I do not hide from the galloping wind ......
as it tugged at my old bones stiff
with many past winters.....
Urging .....pulling laughing in my ears
for I am not afraid of him ......
I listened and stood before him.....
with no fear of his message.....
I had become a part of the wind
as he flew around me with
his eternal protection.....
I wear him with honor and pride..... | 
