Tell me not! that GOD does not exist,
And that the wind it does,
Aren't they both a powerful mist,
Which moves us with wonder and love.
One moves our soul and the other the leaves,
And why they do it, we might not ever know,
We are the ones which believes,
To not believe in GOD, me you must show.
Though neither one can we ever see,
But, their presence we will always feel,
One causes the falling leaves from a tree,
And the other causes the soul to heal.
I look up at the sky and nothing is there,
Then suddenly I feel a breeze,
So, I close my eyes and I say a prayer,
To believe in GOD? my mind was set at ease.
Randy L. McClave
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