Change is a strong wind. It brings upheaval. Revolution and revolt are blown as a tumbleweed carried by its currents, and death and life are as pages and chapters in flight. All is moving, swirling, blowing. My life hangs in great peril as a wisp of smoke among the wind and clouds. But in the midst of the plain stands a mountain, glistening, unchanged forever. Higher than the winds and storm, indeed untouched.
Hide me in the cleft of the rock. Your words last forever. Teach me to walk in that path. To change - yes. To move - yes. To die - yes. But you are not untouched. Your love and grace, which are as unending as you are, you let me share, forever with you. The rolling ground of the journey is swallowed by the surety of your forever.
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