Years ago (ok, decades ago), when I was a second grader, my teacher, Mrs. Dewitt introduced a poem to her class entitled, Who Has Seen The Wind? by Christina Rossetti. At the time, I thought it was one of the most beautiful literary arrangements that I’d ever read (possibly, the only one besides a nursery ryhme!). Over time, odes to urns and other poetic prose never really stuck with me like Rossetti’s mastery of words.
Today, my appreciation runs deeper: Her sentiments capture the way I feel much of time the regarding my intuitive gift. I can’t “see it” with the human eye necessarily, but I’m aware of its spiritual presence and energy. Same goes for faith, I can’t “see it” either, but I can rest assured that it surrounds me. Perhaps, after reading (or re-reading) this short classic, you’ll make your own connections. Or, it will inspire you to revisit your own favorite poem.
Who Has Seen The Wind? by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Love and Light,
Tony
Hey Tony,
Beautiful poem but I’m even more impressed that Mrs Dewitt would have shared such sophisticated stuff with very young children. It reminds me how important teachers are and how much they mold our world.
Hi JR – Mrs. Dewitt was an amazing teacher (pretty too!) and I was fortunate to be one of her students. I remember her “explaining” the poem to us in a way so we understood its meaning. She knew how to connect with her class!
Beatiful, Tony! Thanks for sharing. I love how she connected the intangible with the tangible to form a bridge of beauty to open minds.
Isn’t this poem a gem? Glad you appreciated it too : )
Tony, my mother passed away about a year and a half ago. My wonderful friend, Chris gave me beautiful wind chimes to use as a way to remember her. They had the most beautiful sound and every time I would hear them I would talk to mom. Last Saturday my wind chimes were destroyed in a hail storm. I have been asking mom all week to send me a sign that she is still around. I think she just did through you. Thank You!! Also, I am teaching my class a unit on air and weather and I will now be adding this poem into my lessons.
Honey!! Your story is so beautiful on so many levels. Thank you so much for sharing. Given that you are a teacher and that the inspiration for this particular blog post came from one of my wonderful teachers, I’d say that you received your sign. (By the way, Wind Chimes was the first thing that came to mind when I decided to title this post!) Lots of love to you 🙂
….and now those wind chimes have been repaired…Janet is back and talking to me on my patio…until Karen picks them up anyway. 😉
Love it! She wanted to spend some time at your place before she heads back to Karen’s! xoxo