Watching

While trees are still green,
The lightest of all breezes
Pushes brown leaves gently
Over the roof’s edge to be seen.

Watching, a mere touch is my need.
What is my purpose here and why?
Listening for God to answer gently,
Like Job, I know trust is the seed.

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