Trinity's
Poetry
From Beyond
All pieces "ghost written"
by Trinity
The Whirlwind
In a whirlwind...
there
are no sides,
nor
walls.
There
are no visible boundaries,
but
they are there nonetheless.
Everything
spins and spins
out
of control in a whirlwind.
In
the end,
and
there always is an end,
to
everything,
the
impact
of
the forces that be
play
a very large role in where, and when,
and
the pieces will fall
where
they will fall.
Like
a leaf ripped from a tree
by
savage conditions,
it
would softly land once again
and
safely - on the trunk.
And
it would have the fates
of
the four winds to thank.
And
it would have the hands
of
fate provide an extra set,
for
an help-mate.
And
it would have the God
and
Goddess to thank.
And
it would have the
laws
of nature to thank.
And
it would have the grace to say
"thank
you".