The Wind

I sit and I listen,
I hear the wind blow,
My mind starts to wonder,
Where does it go?

Who sets it in motion?
Where does it begin?
Does it have a destination?
Where does it end?

As it rushes in,
I feel it against my face,
It wraps me up,
I'm in it's embrace.

I sit and I enjoy it,
For as long as I can.
I try to contain it,
But it slips through my hand.

Here and then gone,
It doesn't stay very long,
It keeps traveling,
To where it belongs.

We are like the wind,
Temporarily here,
Touching many lives,
And then we disappear.

We are created by God,
By His very breath.
Our lives are fleeting,
From birth til death.

Sometimes we're like a gust of wind,
And sometimes like a gentle breeze.
We don't know how long we'll be here,
We have no guarantees.

As our years fly by,
Our destination comes into view,
I'm headed for Heaven,
What about you?