Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

The poets represented on the left are all born of the Spirit and a holy wind rushes through their writings. On the wings of the Spirit they lift their souls up to heaven in praise and reverence to their Creator and Redeemer.

Come and be refreshed.