Date: unknown

I feel you Whirling around me. You're ubiquitous. I see you With the eyes given me

By You alone. And I hear you. Sometimes rushing At times sweetly wafting; Barely a whisper,

But always in motion. A wave of mercy A tempest of repentance A flutter of joy. Oh Wind;

Breath of God, What are you blowing in?

Date: unknown

You planted me. A seed that slowly germinated into a prickly mass of thorns entwined with thick foliage of life. Beauty hidden beneath the weeds of sorrow and ignorance.

You tend me. A flower slowly blooming with brilliant color and life anchored by roots,

deep and ever growing. The fragrance of wisdom wafting higher and higher and pleasing to You.

You'll reap me. A plant fully matured and perfected after weeding and pruning and much cutting back.

A glorious gift that You planted and tended and reaped for Yourself.