Help me work out stories.
Let me find the things to say.
Blow a breeze between each word.
Let the poor ones fly away.
Lift them up and spin them round,
Drop them down just right.
So it’s clear when I awake.
Each direction lies in sight.
Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
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Donna L Sadd 
Love it. The pics fit the poem perfectly. Couldn’t help but smile when I saw the dandelion seeds blowing in the wind. ^_^
Thanks, Sherry. Believe it or not, I woke up and asked God to help me start with a clear head to get some creative work done before the rest of the day got in the way, and this ‘wish’ popped as I was getting out of bed. ;0)
This did read like a prayer to me, even before reading your comments – solid imagery.
Thanks, Aria. The title’s politically correct, but it certainly came to me like a prayer. Good call! :0)
Amen Donna:) I really like the pics. The words with the tiny figure with raised hands look like a prayer and the dandelion seeds makes me think of growth. Let the ideas grow.
It was super tough to find a pic that expressed what I was feeling about the piece, but when I found it, I knew it. Have a great day, Laura. As always, thanks for popping in! :0)