Lord, I feel You in the wind.
A whisper, an undeniable kiss of what is there.
You.
I love Your soft caress in the zephyr,
the flipping of the pages of my life in Your breeze,
the just-letting-go,
the floating upon that which lets the sparrows glide, the ships reach shores,
and kites soar higher, disappearing into Your sun.
I close these eyes,
feel Your breathe on me,
the one I breathe and long to breathe, all my days.
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