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.”
—John 3.8
Spirit, move me.
Wind of God, blow where you will.
Breeze of gentleness, lead me.
Zephyr of courage, sustain me.
Like strong trade winds, guide me
where you hope for me to go.
Like a dandelion seed, I rest on you,
without resisting, and you bear me.
I open myself to you, full sail,
lines taut, rigging singing in you.
Breath of God, you are moving.
Give me grace to discern,
to surrender,
and to sail.
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Weather Report
Windy,
as the Spirit moves among us all,
unseen but strong,
with possibility of microbursts;
though some are moved,
and some are not.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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