Sonnet

You cannot tell where the wind comes from or where it is going.
This how it is with all who are born of the spirit.
The spirit hides behind that gentle mist of unknowing.
You cannot see or hear it.

Does this mean that it is some how less real.
If you cannot see it, can it exist.
It is however something you can feel.
It is a presence behind that mist.

Must we then be born of water and the sprit.
To ever enter this kingdom.
Flesh cannot become spirit.
This is a tantalising difficult wisdom.

Somehow we have to be born again from above.
I do not not the how or the where but somehow it comes from love.

Haiku

To be born again
I do not know the how that is
It must come from love