The Spirit

The wind is a spirit;

A love that lives on

A spirit that lives within

A touch that strokes the skin

like an urging or soft motherly caress

A being that we can't see, but know is there

a spirit of hope; never despair

for no matter where we are

we know that her touch is real

no matter the doubts and fears we hold

we know at least one thing for certain;

her spirit is there no matter our blindness to her form