I See Not the Breeze
By Cinara
I See Not the Breeze I see not the breeze, yet it touches my face With summertime warmth and refreshing embrace It kicks up the leaves and churns up the seas It blows blackbird wings, yet I see not the breeze I see not the perfume from lilac’s sweet bloom Yet its fragrance spreads out from its lavender plume And the deer in the meadow instinctively knows Aroma of sapling and grasses and rose I see not God’s Face, yet I know He is there Listening well to my heart laden prayer His deeds are quite visible all through the land And His wildflowers bloom, yet I see not His Hand Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 05:40 PM PST 0 • 13
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