Transcendental Sonnet #1336:
The Wind

totus tuus

They turn away or they are taken
From me one by one they disappear
And left alone I feel forsaken
Yet there is another who is here
But who is too close for me to see
So intimate in fact as to be
Made invisible because within

Familiarly forgotten today
Unseen animator of my skin
Which cannot by its essence betray
Whatever I am for it is me
And I am it my very spirit
Breath of God the wind of the divine
Reality eternally mine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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