Freshness, pure clean freshness
Sweeps around me like a gust of soft wind
Gently caressing my face, my lips and my mind
Reaching out to feel the softness
Of nothing
For the wind I cannot see
Nor can I smell
For the wind I can only feel
I feel it sweep past me
Overpowering at times
Yet gently at others
Is God like the wind
I know he is here
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