There are those who believe

We do not have a spirit within.

But I know it exists,                                                                                                                                                          

For I have seen it move in me.

I have seen it move in others, too.

I see it’s results like we see the wind’s.

The wind leaves traces where its been–

I feel the wind, but I’ve never seen it.

Leaves move as the wind blows through.

I see the spirit dancing in a child’s eyes,

Or in faces glowing in the moon light.

I feel the spirit when I freely give.

Or when I love others more than me.

And when I pray for those who need a friend.

With every breath I take, with all I am,                     

I feel the spirit as it moves in me.

 Yu/stan/kema