Wednesday, June 8, 2016
The wind sings with many voices.
Time passes swiftly without a sound.
We stand on our planet spinning silently in space.
Every day is full of quiet promise,
with more to see, more to discover,
more to admire in our sense of place.
All this time we wait for his return;
or to be carried from this world,
like a voice on the wind, by grace.