Listening To The Wind

A world in constant motion swept

By wind was never still,

For all those secrets which it kept

Belied a boundless will.

You couldn’t find it in the thing

No more than in the limb

Uplifted as the wind would bring

The branch closer to Him.

And so it seems it’s in the breeze

Lifting the leaves unseen,

The wind is seen but for the trees

That wavered in between

The Earth and Sky around about

Me, whispering of what

I sought for searching to find out

That there is nothing but.