The leaves shimmer
Moving up and down
Reflecting the brilliance of the sun…
Suddenly the branches join in
The smallest of movements
Grow into waves…
The hammock begins to sway
Gentle movements encouraged
By the unseen power of the wind…
My mind is drawn to a parallel
Of how our lives are influenced
By an Unseen Hand…
Some welcome the influence
Yearn to draw it closer
To strive to feel the push and pull…
Some are caught off guard
Stretched to the limit
To attempt to believe the unseen…
Still others are like stone
Unable to feel its touch
It goes unheeded as if not there…
The evidence is all around
It is in the smallest grain of sand
To the brightest star in the sky…
We need just close our eyes
And quiet our minds
To feel His presence…
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