A Poem for our Times

When the wind at your back
Shifts
So now you walk head on
Into a fierce north wind
What will you do?

Home lies ahead –
Earth, hearth, heart –
Will you freeze in your tracks?
Will you change course?

Or will you carry on?
Will you meet the winds raw,
Plant your next footfall,
Align with the power of love?

Lean into the wind.
Let its sharp edges trim
and focus your resolve
Till all that remains is the light of our hearts
Guiding us home.

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