Taste the air so dewy sweet,
glazed with subtle scents of raw earth
and sun-crisped leaf.
Have you ever heard
The Wind gather its breath
from countless miles away?
Your song lives like this breeze.
The wind, she carries prayers on her noble back
for eons and ages, to and from
the source from which Every Thing derives.
Listen closely!
What do you hear upon this wind;
our world’s One Whisper?
I hear Divine Tongues!
Wild, billowing blessings;
raw gusts, that rambunctious rejuvenation.
How strong and steady her roar!
Oh, dear friend, of the little I know,
one thing seems certain:
God whispers on the wind.
~ Author Unknown ~
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