The Breeze Sees and The Voice Knows

One morning, not long ago,
When I awoke;
And, when I tell you this
Please, don't think I joke

I felt the swirling, twirling,
Wafting breeze.
It twirled, and swirled, and it wafted
Downward, below my knees.

It then lifted my spirit upward, skyward,
Higher than it had ever been before.
I wondered whence it had come from?
How it had entered through closed door?

A voice whispered, "Please come with me,
There are so many sights to see".
Rush, come now, or you'll be late;
Your time has come, don't hesitate".

I peered toward the voice with a puzzled look;
Just one look was all it took.
Whatever it was, it was angered by my doubt;
It let me know there was no way out.

The breeze then increased and propelled me,
Whirling me back through my door;
Whilst it did, it whispered to me,
"Come, I know what you search for."

Whilst I still wondered how it knew, all it knew,
(Without my asking, it had read my mind.)
Then it answered my question,
"Come let me lead you; we shall find."

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