The Gentle Breeze

God of my journey I come seeking for you.

I listen to the wind, so mighty and strong.

I hear a thousand noises, coming from all around.

But you’re not there, nor here to find.

I stand before the mountain, of my longing heart.

Dandelion blowing in the breeze

I hear the sound, of a gentle breeze.

Blowing softly, touching, and soothing my thirsty soul.

O gentle breeze, in a gentle heart.

I breathe in life, and sing with joy.

For you are resting, within a quiet heart.

Sr M Yolanda Nava fdz

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