I hear the voice of God in the wind.
My God calls me by name.
The voice reminds me of home,
And from that of which I came.
Love.
God calms the storms of my human heart,
Speaking to both my mind and soul.
I am both witness and observer of this prayer.
My prayers are answered here in this calm.
For all of my worry and fear of love is lost in translation.
Or why do I worry about the love of a man or anyone when God calls me by name?
The whispers of this unconditional love are the sweetest.
I am reminded that in my human imperfection,
To God I am perfectly perfect.
For all that He has created is love.