The Wind

I hear it from theologian
In awed and hallowed tone
They hold what’s old and sacred
the Eternal they enthrone.

I hear it in echo soft
In treetops there aloft
The wind, the light, the wonder
As whispers on the breeze.

I hear it in the silence
Before children wake today
Calm and quiet and normal
It greets the break of day.

I touch it in the Scripture
In verses ancient, here.
The truth I long to whisper
In every waiting ear.

For it’s not “it”, but “He”
More real than life I see
The One by whom I live -
The Spirit of life is He.

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes" (John 3:8).