The wind blows where it chooses,
and you hear the sound of it,
but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.
So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.
God said to Abram, “Go from your country
and your kindred and your father’s house
to the land that I will show you.”
Wind of God, blow me where you will.
Fill my sails. Be my course.
Raise my anchor, holding so fast.
Cut the lines that tie me to the dock.
Your deep breathing and laboring love
birth me through this canal of life into life.
Lead me to a place I can’t name
can’t control, can’t choose first.
Even if the strange place is within,
the foreign land my neighbor.
Spirit, my wind on the baptismal water,
give me courage to be blown off course
with love, abandon my ego’s maps.
Breathe me into the New World,
you, my ship, my captain, my natal sea,
my breath, the only place I hope to go.
March 5, 2020