A whisper of wind to brush the skin
Soothing, cooling, hinting where it’s been

Sweet voice of a bashful child
Exploring, stirring with sunrays mild

Whisper, whisper of things far and near
Places of wonder and people held dear

Hear it sighing, seeking, speaking
Of life now stirring, stretching, peeking

Companion and Maker with us come stay
Mysterious, welcoming… breath of Yahweh

Charlotte-Anne Allen