THE INDWELT ONES

They come, the whisper of a zephyr breeze,

Their origin unknown;

Their steps, as sure as the mountain's strength

Or the tides that ebb and flow.



An unseen Hand, their constant guide,

A sure Defender, He

Empowers, strengthens, lifts them high

Above the storms beneath.



Their presence - as a flowing stream

Of crystal water clear;

Refreshing, soothing, giving strength

To desert dwellers here.



A golden kingdom is their home -

A habitation fair.

The love that drives their hearts is from

The King that's reigning there.



On they move as a gentle wind

That rustles through the trees;

Where they come from, no one knows

And going, no one sees.