I stopped to listen

To Your voice in the trees

Be still my child

Know that I am here

Know that you are loved

Look what I made

Aren’t they beautiful?

Do you see my touch

On the green leaves?

Feel it in your soul

As if I were caressing your face

The wind is My mighty hand

Watch the trees sway and dance

With My touch

Listen to the rustling

Of the leaves

Hear it in your soul

As if I were whispering in your ear

Whispering I love you

Don’t worry

All is in My grasp

I love you

All I ask

Is that you love Me in return

You are no longer invisible

As I watch the trees

I can see You, hear You

In the wind

So glad I stopped to listen

To Your voice in my soul.

– June 2, 2000