|A Gust of Wind - Jean-Baptise Camille Corot (1796-1875)|
I cannot see the wind at all
Or hold it in my hand,
And yet I know there is a wind,
Because it swirls the sand.
I know there is a wondrous wind,
Because I glimpse its power
Whenever it bends low a tree,
Or sways the smallest flower.
And God is very much like this,
Invisible as air,
You cannot touch or see Him,
And yet you know He’s there,
Because you glimpse His wondrous works
And goodness everywhere.
~ William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
|Wm. Wordsworth (1770-1850)|