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.
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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