Perfect Breeze

The perfect breeze, neither warm nor cold
On an early autumn day
Carries with it, thoughts of old
And memories of yesterday.

It primes the heart to think of
Those we love, we miss, we mourn,
And in its gentle softness,
It will hug, remind or warn.

It will carry thoughts of loved ones,
Both alive or gone away,
And it mixes past & present
Into one lovely, pleasant day.

In the breeze there is no distance
Which keeps us far apart,
For breezes travel the entire world,
Carrying messages from our heart.

When it's daytime & I'm walking
And the breeze lifts up my hair,
It's like a gentle whisper,
That my loved ones are very near.

Though the distance might be great,
And the journey very far,
I know that just beyond the breeze,
Is where the soldiers are...

And where the soldiers do their duty,
In a land so far away,
My son is there among them,
And I'm with them too this day...

For the breeze stirs up my thoughts,
And swirls them all around,
And carries them to my beloved son,
Then lays them on the ground.

It then lifts up again,
Takes its flight up to the sky,
And carries my thoughts toward Heaven,
For those who had to die.

It tells them that I love them,
That I'm missing them each day,
Then swirls itself back to me,
With a message that they're okay.

It picks up speed with vigor,
Traveling all across the earth,
Reminding us that life is a cycle,
And that with death comes also birth.

As we evolve and change,
With every passing day,
Through it all, the breeze is constant,
And it is here to stay...

Helping us with our perspective
As we face trials big & small,
We see that in the grand scheme of things,
They're not so big at all.

For the breeze carries with it, messages,
From people everywhere,
And we can see how alike we are,
And how many things we share.

We begin to realize,
That life does not end where it began,
For life is always changing,
And the good Lord has a plan.

For everything, there is a purpose,
For every sorrow there is joy.
For every good, kind-hearted person,
There is someone who will annoy.

There will always be the painful things
That life will throw our way,
But the blessing of the breeze,
Is that it carries the bad away.

It's difficult to let it go,
If you never step outside,
For the breeze can't really find you,
If you're hiding in your pride.

So open up your heart,
Let your troubles step outside...
Then allow the breeze to carry them,
On an amazing, peaceful ride.

Find that place inside you,
That says you are fine the way you are,
Then give your thoughts the freedom, 
To travel near or far...

For the perfect breeze awaits you,
To lift the hair from off your face,
And to carry your love, your thoughts & wishes,
To a different time & place.

The breeze is never-ending,
It's journey never done,
But when you hitch a ride upon it,
Your battles will be won.


© 2011 Cari Kissel