Poem August 11, 1934 Issue

Presence

MABEL VAN HOUTEN

Who has seen the wind? Not you nor I.
But the flowers feel its presence as it passes by.
With gentle touch the wind's soft kiss
Bestirs the blossoms fair;
They nod their pretty heads and shed
Their fragrance on the air.

Who has seen the wind? Not you nor I.
But the trees are stronger for its passing by.
Their roots are better grounded,
More firmly there they stand,
Though they were forced to bow their heads
When stormwinds swept the land.

Who has seen God? Not you nor I.
But we are in His presence as the days go by.
And though our eyes behold Him not,
A great all-knowing power
Guides and directs, sustains, protects
His children every hour.

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