Winds – Minnie Case Hopkins

I found this lovely poem in an old book in a second hand bookstore.  Sometimes small treasures like this find us, and fill us with light.

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I have not seen the wind,

But I have seen a rose

Burst into crimson rapture

When a south wind blows.

I have not seen the wind,

But when the sun-kissed air

is full of flying leaves like birds

I know a wind is there.

I have not seen the wind

But this, I know, must be:

When waves like horses leap and run

A wind is on the sea.

I have not seen God’s face,

But I have seen a cloud

Become a resting soul, because

It felt the breath of God.

Winds - Minnie Case Hopkins