I See Not...

The trees sway and the prairie grass bends to touch its roots, yet I see not what moves it.

The fallen leaves dance across the ground and the clouds wonder across the never ending sky, yet I see not what moves it.

The flower petals quiver with beauty and the curtains behind open windows flutter, yet I see not what moves it.

The waves ripple the shores and the sand swirls around the rocks, yet I see not what moves it.

The swing glides to an aimless rhythm and flag forms wrinkles upon its fabric, yet I see not what moves it.

Loose stands of hair slither across my face and my clothing shifts left and right, yet I see not what moves it.

Whispers fill the emptiness and nature brings forth its music, yet I see not what I hear.

Roaring harshly with anger and filling the gap between thunder, lightening, and rain, yet I see not what I hear.

Gentle, soft rustling ends the silence and the wind chimes make song, yet I see not what I hear.

Hope brushes my face and my faith returns, yet I see not what carries it.

Love washes over me and strength is given to me, yet I see not what carries it.

Peace comes in abundance and laugh boils in my throat, yet I see not what carries it.

My breath is stolen away and my heart leaps out of my chest, yet I see not what takes it.

My pride escapes my grasp and my grudges fade into nothingness, yet I see not what takes it.

I cannot see it, but I can feel it, I can hear it, I can taste it.

It provides me with faith in my Lord, with absolute certainty that He is watching, listening, holding.

It is a daily reminder that faith is not something to be seen, but rather something that makes itself present in every other way.

It is what I listen to for music and it is what I listen to when I need to hear His voice.

It is the wind. Blowing, blowing, fading, fading, but always and ever present. It is the wind.