Daily Archives: September 17, 2003

I Feel Him

I smell Him on the gentle winds In spring that pass me by I see Him in the sunlit fields And in the summer sky I hear Him in the finch’s song So pure and full of grace And taste Him in the morning rains That falls upon my face And every second of my…

The Question Remains

The question really still remains Unanswered through the steps of time Who controls the pouring rains And who the sacred sun sublime And surely after we have gone A thousand years without a sound The question will be asked again Without an answer to be found