His breath cools the water
His breath warms the sand
His breath moves the clouds
His breath shakes the trees
His breath brings the snow.
His breath spills the rain.
His breath holds the hope
His breath now carries me.
This poem whispered through my head a few days ago when I was really searching for God’s will for me. Sometimes we have to remember to stop…or as the Bible says..”Be Still and know He is here”. Sometimes we have to shut out or turn off the noise in order to here Him talking to us.
what a fresh breath…profoundly simple…quite enchanting.