Listen, is it the wind,
Words softly spoken,
Speaking of God's love,
Inside a desire thus woken.

Creating a yearning,
Intensifying within,
Needing His love,
A cleansing of sin.

Heed the words blowing,
Circling all around,
Lay your cares aside,
Casting to the ground.

I feel the wind,
Upon my skin,
It speaks as it blows,
Gently it blends.

Voices heard softly,
Calling, speaking,
Of God's love,
So beseeching.

Slow the pace,
Harken the voice,
Give God a chance,
It is your choice.

Gayle Davis©
December 12, 2004
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