I stand in awe of nature’s ability to move me in the way that the trees sway as the wind blows. Embracing the rays of the sun as it beams forth life and warmth to a winter’s day. I cherish this very second for a moment of peace and serenity casting off all the burdens of the heart. Enwombed by the love of a Spirit on high sending blessings down low of which nobody has seen but wishes to know. I now understand the fullness of His love in the form of a dove as He has blessed me to see. Meek and fragile seed sensitive to the needs people plead a faithful servant to That which has created me. Even in the mist of the storm when pain and suffering falls like rain on my head for to live is to suffer and to die is to gain. God provides a shelter of love furnishing me with courage and strength to run this race to its fullest length. All while listening to the whispers of the wind in the wilderness as it blows through the meadow of my soul manifesting the essence of a young black man.