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
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“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”. Hebrews 11:1
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Lovely poetry! We do not see the wind (or God) but Faith is to believe in what we do not see! Great words and thoughts!
Beautiful, Anna! And I love the rhythm. I love this part:
My heart moves by invisible strands
of red threads connected by miles
of pulsing hope, and hands unseen
cradle my soul
lovely!
Your poetry is so lovely. I love the beginning-it made me want to keep reading.
I haven’t seen the wind
But I know it blows
I haven’t seen His face
But His beauty shows