Rhythms of the Wind - Epilogue

And so it ends, the way it started
Precious friends, freshly parted
This treasured hope communicated
The envelope is sealed and dated
A letter to our future selves
Better suited for the shelves
And there it stays, collecting dust
As each one prays and learns to trust
The holy wind that whispers clear
In peace would send us out from here
As Adam and Eve left paradise
With faith to believe He’d pay the price
To free their souls from the wages of sin
Redeem, make whole, and bring home again
For God has authored this scene in our story
And from it our Father brings goodness and glory