The Wind, Faith

The Wind, Faith 

When I step outside where are you, I slowly turn

You brush my cheek, the wind 

As I look at the sky, it gets dark

You are pushing me along telling, me the weather is changing 

The Wind 

As the rain falls down, my face is drenched from it moving sideways?

The Wind

It carries seeds across the field, across the country, on top of mountains, across the ocean 

Yet we still can not see it 

The Wind, Faith

His Word translated to every language in this world

I cannot read chinese but it is, His Word

French His word, Yoruba His word, English His word

As I read His word, it helps me understand

The Wind because it's there, and I feel it, yet I cannot see it

 I feel it inside of this body that holds my soul.

The Wind, Faith 

I know no language, my people are indigenous to the land, but we know The Wind

It tells us to harvest for survival in this land, we look up giving thanks for our bounty

We look up to the Wind or is our soul feeling the Faith of the Creator; The Wind, Faith