Poetry

The wind blows in all directions

ocean waves toss here and there

It does not matter in which land

Gods presence is felt everywhere.

The sun shines on half a world

the other half waits its turn

It does not matter day or night

God sooths what ails and burns.

The rains fall keep some awake

while others tend to sleep

It does not matter what the weather

God hears who silently weep.

The way for all to understand

the wind, the sun, the rain

Is to open your heart feel the love

Gods spirit erases all pain.

(R.Brown)