I haven’t seen the wind

But I know it blows

I haven’t seen His face

But His beauty shows

Trees sway by invisible hands

My heart moves by invisible strands

of red threads connected by miles

of pulsing hope, and hands unseen

cradle my soul

I follow the green flying leaf

Propelled by a belief

In an invisible God

Who leaves His footprints

Under the dust

When I catch the leaf

I know that His breath

Blows to make it land

Safely in my hand


 “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”. Hebrews 11:1


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