The Breeze

The feeling of rest tearing at my eyes.
Laying there as a breeze softly brushes a hair from my face.
As if from the sincerest of hands.
I lay there and inhale.
Breathing in the fresh rain fallen air.
My eyelids weigh down and drift away.
Darkness looms but peace conquers.
The stillness of the air.
The quiet in the sky.
The breeze returns taunting me to open my eyes.
The distant sound of a wave lapping the beach.
The gentleness of a palm swaying.
Dare I open my eyes?
The breeze beckons once more.
They close tighter.
Never wanting to open.
A bird calls to his love.
The breeze gracefully returns.
Alas they slowly creep open.
The sky had turned a pale red;
Glowing orange on the horizon.
The breeze flutters my skirt.
Soothing my worries.
Because I know He sent the wind.
A certain comfort from Him.
The breeze, as a soft hug.
Blowing away my troubles.
I love when He does that.