I hear in the breezes the sound of a call
Beckoning everyone the great and the small
It whispers and wanders from place to place
Leaving in each person an imprint of grace.
Quietly echoing from outside and within
The Spirit is moving and birthing again
Creating in each being a life that is new
Leaving there secrets mysterious and true.
The touch of the spirit is soft like the dew
It leaves in each person a wisdom so true
It takes away everything that leads us astray
And opens up portals with eternal display..