Whispers of His Presence

How attentive am I to a distinctive rustle through the trees, a whisper of His presence? Simeon and Anna recognized the Messiah as a baby. The religious rulers crucified Him. Do I see Him when He brushes away my tears? Is He there when words are not enough? My sheep hear my Voice and they know Me. "Turn to the left." "Step this way." "Stand still." Hushed and gently He beckons. Creator of the Universe, Master of the Winds, still, small voice, "speak, Lord, for your servant hears."