The Wind Blows

     The wind blows, and no one knows from where it comes or where it goes - and so it is with your Holy Spirit Lord. 
     I really feel like I co-painted this with the Holy Spirit.  The wind blows golden and bronze color leaves, and it's like underwater, or some place that exists only in the secret recesses of your communication with God.  As in all our our lives, we go through seasons and there is beauty in the seasons; even in pain there can be a certain beauty; even when something seems like it's dying, there is hope for a resurrection and rebirth of new dreams.  Let me not miss your artistic creation all around me, Lord.