Who can see the wind as it rushes across the earth? I only see the havoc that it wreaks within a storm, its playful little puffs when the day is soft and warm.
Who can hold a river in the cup of her two hands? I feel the water's silky sliding, soft against my skin, taste its tang upon my tongue, see it dancing in the wind.
Who can catch the sunlight as it rolls across the heavens? I see it with my eyes, feel its warmth upon my cheek, revel in its beauty as it first begins to rise.
And so I know eternity when faith is not enough for it is the wind and water, the sun upon the earth that embody the Beloved, in spirit and in birth.
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