Winds of change sometimes blow slowly almost imperceptibly
other times they blow as a hurricane laying waste
for those who wait the winds can seem silent
with only the doubts in their head for noise
those who pursue change as if it were prey
change appears before them instantly
those who embrace the wind are able to stand
and those who fight against it become tired
for the few who can wait and not doubt
change finds it’s own way out
Deborah Horton Writing 