I now know from whence the wind does blow
And to where and for why it does drive forth!

‘Tis naught but graced wisps of refined commotion
From the fluttering wings of angels in treetops

Loved ones alighting on branches of berth
Look down from above and quiver in delight

They laugh in the air as the wind they create
And hurl us along in the flow of the Spirit!

Sending down from the limbs, charged gusts of life
Which lighten our loads and prod us along 

They crack and whine and howl and thunder,
They sing and whistle and moan and breathe

At times, the love dance of an arabesque lace
Lifting us up both in front and in back

Other times, of the silly and blundering kind
Pushing and pulling, we swagger in style

Sometimes a more gentle quickening of pace
Or sometimes a tumble knocking head over heel

But most times simple stillness, sublime to the sense,
The contented and patient gaze of our guardians

Come wind to me now, and blow ‘cross my face
Enfold me in unseen wings of caress!

 

“The wind blows wherever it wills and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.  So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”       (John 3:8)

10/5/2009  tpt