By Nancy Powell
The wind blows its eternal questions
Scattering down the path
Of this dear river
Streaming across my feet
As crows caw endlessly
On and on the river flows
Before time and beyond
Never ceasing to sing
Her murmuring song
A bed of sand is all I need
To rest my head
A rounded river stone
My seat to ponder
Wind’s questions which linger
Forever beyond my asking
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Nancy Powell is a singer, dream worker, and poet in her creative life. She uses her art to connect to spirit, share common experiences with others and capture inner wisdom. She loves to be part of and work with groups of women where each member provides invaluable support to others for life’s journey to healing and wellness.
