Receiving Personal Revelation

By Sharon Nauta Steele

The author lives in Utah, USA

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A sweet breeze rustles the leaves

of my quaking aspen tree.

I see them flutter—

silver ripples on white branches—

and know that spring is moving

into summer.

I am no newcomer

to subtleties of season,

and my reason for standing here

near windows opening on sky

is to feel and know God’s whisperings—

as soothing, soft, and kind

as wafts of warm, fresh air.

I feel His promptings in my mind

and know beyond a shadow He is there.