The Wind

I cannot see the wind at all
Or hold it in my hand,
And yet I know
there is a wind
Because it swirls the sand.

I know there is
a wondrous wind
Because I glimpse its power
Whenever it bends low a tree
Or sways the smallest flower.

And God is very much like this,
Invisible as air, you cannot
Touch or see him and yet
You know that he is there
Because you glimpse his
Wonderous works and
Goodness everywhere.

~Longfellow