The wind sighs through
the gnarled boughs
of trees with golden leaves

Though you cannot see it
it's because the eye deceives.

The leaves fall into water
a river wild and free

The gurgling torrent takes them
From the forest to the sea.

Though you cannot see the breeze
it is there nonetheless

It is like faith the leaves are stirred
by our God's caress.

It is by faith the offering falls
into the roaring waves

It is by faith the tree lets go
of gold into the grave.

To the sea go sailing ships
so beautiful & bold!

To the sea go golden boats
their cargo is the soul.

Some, they do not make it.
They crash along the shore.

But many sail and do not fail

To life forevermore.

Catherine Jarvis
aka SoulSurvivor