Chasing the direction of the wind
Where the wind blows, His presence He sends
Most grasping with blind eyes
His presence in disguise, yet within reach
To a heart that opens and seeks
Like a window open to the sweetness of a breeze
The fresh air that we breathe
Has a beauty within her
A power to discover, holding life in her hands
The power to maintain life, the power to heal
Anoint, A fountain of joy
Where the wind turns to water and water to air
It carries a person longing to declare, His majesty
Three in one is He, Holy and divine
He is one of a kind
This mystery, some see as odd
The presence of God
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Thank You my Brother. Perfect timing I really needed this.
Your always welcome, long time hope all is well
This is lovely and very true. thanks you for reminding me yet again how poetry and beautiful pictures are so compelling. I have several new posts, You might well like them as I do yours. jlehman1945