“When you look at and hear my words, do you see and hear His Words
speaking to you through them?
For then you have Eyes to See and Ears to Hear.”
Desert Spirit
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Revelation
Anne Marie Cotter
The air is the source of all Power -
the part between and among all that I can see.
I only see the solid, the liquid, the dense.
What I do not see is what nourishes it all,
what nourishes my soul.
What I do not see is what carries the light, the sound.
What I do not see is what allows all to live, to grow.
Spirit.
I can only feel it sometimes -
like today
as it surrounds my skin with a warm breeze.
I can only see it
when it plays with my world –
moves the willow wisps;
uproots the aristocratic pear.
I can only hear it
when It moves against whatever blocks its path.
I can only smell the scents that it carries my way.
It sustains my life.
I breath it in.
I taste it
and think I have such power -
as I blow the whistle,
extinguish the candle,
sing my song,
speak my wondrous words.
I want to clutch the air
but it passes through my fingers.
So I must live for moments like these
when the wind reveals her name to me.
Then truly do I
Hear
The rustle of the needles on the pine
See
the lace on the window dance
Smell
the fragrance of the magnolia
Feel
the coolness blowing through my hair.
