The wind blows;
It touches us all –
The birds, the trees,
The waterfalls.
Softly it stirs
The branches above,
And caresses our being
With the Creator’s Love.
It sighs and whispers
And sings hidden songs,
Touching the hearts
To those who long…
Long for the connections
We’ve lost in our haste
To buy and hurry
About in a chase
That leads us to nowhere
But emptiness and pain.
Isn’t it time
We begin again?
Listen to the wind…
