Breeze Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

We know not from whence
That it has come.
It touches all
From it’s invisible home.
It flickers lightly
Against our cheeks
And is hidden from
Everything it seeks.

An Eagle soars
Right from it’s nest.
It’s wings unfurled,
It has passed it’s test.
It knows not what
Lifts it to it’s heights.
It can depend on it
Both day and night.

A Buzzard glides
As it circles around.
Keeping out sharp eyes
For death on the ground
How can he stay
For so long aloft?
It’s a thing named “Breeze, ”
The birds know it not.

We have a spirit
And we can’t see where,
It hides from us
But we know it’s there.
Every now and then
One of them departs.
From a life long lived
To a fresh new start!

Lord take my spirit
In my time of need.
Lift me up high
This I humbly plead.
I know you can
Do all things with ease.
Send your cooling breath,
The Eternal Breeze!