Wind

Wind
‘’who has seen the wind
neither you nor i
but when the trees bow their heads , wind is passing by’’
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[[“Who Has Seen the Wind,” by Christina Rossetti, is a short but powerful poem about the mysterious forces in our world that we cannot see but which are keenly felt. This poem is probably too short to get its own individual book, but it has been printed and illustrated into many anthologies of children’s poetry]],
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so let me be happy with wind,
not trying to bother it by wanting to see it
i am happy just to feel its presence every where, ,
in gently moving the leaves, caressing the ripples, , shooting up dust and dry leaves in a whirlwind,
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breathing in breathing out ,
a life sustained, not minding smoke, , smell so foul.
when the hair on my skin move, , i feel its ticklish presence
with out throwing its weight around , it moves weights,
showing me to do the work, silently without noise without making my presence felt
perhaps god is not seen that is why, running the universe, unseen,unheard, physically, not distracting any onelet him do his work , let me do mine, in the same way if possible