Just the faintest touch upon my face
And a leaf stirs softly in its wake
As a breeze unseen caresses earth
And all things living know its worth.
A breeze we say is in the air
And though not seen we know it's there
By the very nature of its work
Man acknowledges the breezes worth.
A howling wind, dust that blows
Fallen trees, roaring seas
We acknowledge the wind, yet cannot see
But for the destruction that it leaves.
When man doubts God
His eyes are closed
To all creation and his soul;
For though unseen, still He's there
And the very nature of His work
Should remind us always of His worth.
If the breeze, the wind and air we breath
Are not visible for man's eyes to see
And we call them by name, have no doubt they exist
Why then God's loving does man resist.
When He calls home our loved ones
© Helen Catherine Cramer
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