Speak to me 

Gentle breeze 

Of the marvellous unknowings 

The wonders of your flow 

Its gracious mysteries 

Are what I seek to know 

To see 

To find 

All that has been made blind

Blind to my eyes 

For, what can I say 

What can I do 

To show my gratitude 

To show I’m for you 

What can I say 

That is more than enough 

For the extent of this immeasurable affection 

Has already been made known

And yet, 

Still being shown.

- The Gentle Breeze (God)