Windy Skies

Somehow I understood the secrets the wind whispered though a plot seemed to be adrift at that same instance the rays of the sun noticed me what a beautiful feeling to be seen by a radiance so brilliant- akin to a nest of light, shinning directly onto my graveled path stretching out like the wings of a California Condor from its infinitely vast home beyond the clouds as if to swoop and grab me while at the same time catapulting me forward I pondered how a light this great could ever know darkness but I knew where I was going even if I was unsure- given every bit of illuminating ambiance shone on my direction, how could I not know? the greatest shows of light, cast the biggest shadows revelation should've been keen and an inner calm and peace realized but for some reason the wind crept up- like carefully placed steps, leaning heavily on its toes only offering me obstacles steadily stirring up conflict constantly hurling rocks and kicking up dust from beneath my feet on this unsettled ground big gusts would almost fully consume and smother any progress made pushing my face back so forcefully that I'd have to tuck my chin offering my arm to shield me against what seemed like the breath of God and every step forward would be lost to three or four steps back- just to get my feet under me, and standing upright and strong rekindling any remnants of resilience honed just to fortify my composure because every push was like a shock and my belief would take heavy onslaughts knowing all too well what the force of resistance felt like but this was different seemingly fateful choosing to rear its purpose at the most inopportune instances exactly right before my next step would meet the gravel that light was my potential the secrets whispered in the wind was my mind