wind

Wind

‘’who has seen the wind 
neither you nor i
but when the trees bow their heads , wind is passing by’’

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

“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,

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 one

let him do his work , let me do mine, in the same way if possible