Poem January 2, 1989 Issue

Stirring winds of thought

Helen G. Hasler

I heard the gentle tinkling
of the wind chimes.
I cannot see the wind or touch it,
but it is there,
reminding me of God's great power and love.

I cannot see His love, but
it is here.
I can feel it
in my heart
as it stirs the gentle wind chimes
of my thought.

Helen G. Hasler

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