if the world paused

There is a sound, 
a steady whisper 
of wind, 
flowing through us 
without much attention
or notice, but when 
you sit alone 

sipping your tea,
perhaps a coffee 
warming your hand, 

you can hear it ever so slightly 
vibrating within, slowly, slowing
you to calm reflection of the day ahead, 

then as if the inner meets the outer 
you recognize it,

you know 

you know the steady whisper 
of wind, is the divine begging 
for some of your attention. 

​By Melinda Cochrane copyright 

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