To the Worried: A Letter from the Ghostly Wind

Know me, worried soul, and let your mind find rest in peace, for in me there is no mocking evil role, nor tempting goodness dressed to please — only a ghostly wind that will not cease. And sudden winds break through without warning, returning like a love once dreamed, yet lone they fade, as if in mourning, within the chambers where once they streamed. There, the worried, till you know me, while still your minds are set to roam, judge me not as dark or holy — only sigh in longing’s tone.