Did You Think You Heard Me in the Rustling of the Leaves

by Frank Cavano, MD

Did you think you heard me in the rustling of the leaves? Yet
was I the Wind Who touched them ‘til they touched. Did you
see me in your lover’s smile? Yet was I the Spirit whose light
her eyes bestowed on your hopeful gaze. Was it the touch of
her skin that drew heaven near? If it so seemed, was it not my
invisible Hand that placed your fingers upon beckoning flesh?

Did you think you tasted me in the freshly caught trout eaten
on the bank of the stream? Yet did I pour Water from Myself
for both you and the trout. And, perhaps, you sensed me in the
scent of jasmine on a soft summer night. Oh, but again was I
the Wind bringing you this gift that you not forget how much
I have loved you in all your days and nights away, dreaming.

I am Wind and Spirit and Light and Hand and Water. I am the
Giver of the Gift and I am the Gift Itself. You seem to see Me
in many forms but form I am not. I am the Energy behind the
form and the Mind behind the Energy and the Thought behind
the Mind. I am the Thought of Love Without Conditions. Rest
easy for your spirit is made of Mine lacking nothing of value

and eternally loved by Me.

Frank Cavano is a retired physician who writes poetry when moved by powerful feelings, thoughts or images. As he describes it, "Most of what I have written seems to fit in the metaphysical/spiritual/inspirational category."

Frank currently lives in Bluffton, SC with his wife of 44 years, Carol. His sons and their wives have blessed the couple with four granddaughters and a grandson who are the light of their lives.

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