Sonnet

The wind blows wherever it pleases, you hear it’s sound.
But you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
You cannot just read the Gospel, you must feel it in the round.
You cannot tell from where or how the inspiration is coming.

The truth is intangible, unable to be touched.
It is lit not by the sun but by fleeting moonlight.
But it must be searched.
And in the end all things are put right.

It is difficult enough to be believed.
When speaking of earthly things.
We may think we have a truth received.
But it is impossible to be believed when speaking of heavenly things.

We hear this wind sigh.
But only we know it doesn’t lie.

Haiku
We hear the wind sigh
True we do not know it’s source
But it does not lie