Poem: Wind Without a Name

~ Brenda Marie Fluharty

The wind moves softly through the trees,
A wandering hum with nowhere to be.
It touches the earth like a whispered tune,
Drifting in rhythm with the silver moon.

No borders bind it, no map, no claim—
It’s only itself, a wind without a name.
It gathers stories from soil and sky,
Carrying secrets as it passes by.

And when it leaves, the world feels new—
A little lighter, brushed with blue.
A reminder that freedom can be found
In every quiet, passing sound.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie

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Published by Brenda Marie Fluharty

Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master and energy healer. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda loves to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences through her writing. She is the author of several dream journals and "Rise Above: a Seven Day Journey to Overcoming Self- Sabotage".

3 thoughts on “Poem: Wind Without a Name”

  1. Thank you so much for sharing this, Brenda. This is truly beautiful. Your poem has a gentle, meditative quality that instantly calms the spirit. The imagery of the wind as a storyteller, “gathering stories from soil and sky,” is profoundly lovely. It’s a perfect reminder of the quiet, boundless freedom that exists all around us, in the simplest breaths of the world. You have a gift for weaving peace into words.

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    1. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for these beautiful words. I’m truly touched. It means so much to know the poem resonated with you in such a peaceful, reflective way. I’ve always felt that the world whispers its own kind of wisdom if we pause long enough to listen, and I’m grateful that feeling came through for you.

      Your kindness encourages me more than you know. Thank you for taking the time to share this—your message is a gift in itself.

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