I sit in the open air just next to Beatitude Chapel
All at once a gentle breeze came
It was so sudden
So beautiful a feeling
I felt the caresses of the breeze . . . This is it!
The wind – how suddenly it comes
Caressing my whole body
Giving me a wonderful sensation
As again, on this day, I use my senses joyfully
To know better the ways of God
I have been made
A human being
In His image and likeness
Endowed with the senses
So it is only right
That I should be enjoying myself
And this sensitivity is itself your gift, dearest Lord
And there are so many things around
What will I pick for scrutiny?
What will I befriend?
What will I observe?
And my eyes chance upon a small piece of wood
Yes, I shall call it driftwood
Interestingly so, and a hundred per cent natural
This is my subject today! Praise God!