The Wind Whispered My Name

The wind whispered my name today, calling me to a place I’ve never been but somehow always knew. Perchance I was born there, somewhere between the twilight and the break of dawn. I felt the tug as she whispered, “Come walk with me where wildflowers grow and birds sing in an endless paradise. Come dance beneath ebony skies that twinkle with stardust, where moonbeams play. Let go of the living and come. Come. Come. Come.”

I felt the tug on my essence as I moved forward, as if dragged by an invisible phantom into a whirl of merriment. Yet, another tug came from within, whispering, “Stay. Don’t depart lest the world fall away without you while you’re gone.” Sadness washed over me as I saw the wind move on without me; for the wind waits for no one.

“Float away and jubilate, or stay and stagnate in the mire of misery,” she whispered from afar, gathering speed as she blew. Already distancing herself from me and eyeing a new wight as she withdrew.

Spirit then stepped forward and whispered, “Misery cannot prevail where the Lord’s peace resides. Be not saddened nor fooled by the whimsies of the wild wind, for beneath her breeze lay mischief makers and the enemy’s imps making frivolity seem like veracious and harmless whimsy. They lure one away too soon, robbing them of the fulfillment of their divine purpose in the guise of endless entertainment. You have strolled in the true garden of eternity and know it intimately. Be not fooled by her fake imagery. Though it appears real, it is an artificial animated replica. Look closely, and you will see the tears within the void. Lose not sight of your soul in this very troubled world.”

I remained still, pondering all I had heard and seen. Far off in the distance, I watched the wind dance and play, calling others to her. Some remained. Others left. As I stepped away to return to myself, I saw the flash. Whispering winds became turbulent storms, and dancers were lost on the seas of ravage, falling from their starlight tango at the edge of night. Hurled and tossed, they reached out trying to return, but for them, time was lost. They would forever be stuck in the tornado of reckless frivolity. Sighing, I turned and did not look back; for my road lay beyond the dawn. God would decide when my time to dance in the floral fields of eternity would arrive. Until then, I shall rise and greet the morn each day.

If you liked this short faith story you can find others on the Faith Stories link of Leslie’s website.