God Whispers

Weld, Maine

You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. 
You hear it rustling through the trees,
 but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next.
John (Chapter 3) The Message

The breeze
through the trees
brings
holy whispers,
reminding me
of His promises

rustling, gentle swaying
dancing green leaves
beautiful ballet
displayed against grey-blue hues

All dance,
shaking free from stillness
inviting me to join in the movement
of this new day

come play today,
all is joy

invisible Kingdom revealed to those children who hold the key

Listen!

He whispers-
I hear His voice
in the trees…
the chimes
join bird-songs
yet His whispers
I hear clearly
I’m carried along

Listen.

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