(Praise the LORD from the earth…)
stormy winds that do his bidding,
9 you mountains and all hills,
fruit trees and all cedars…
So I was thinking about wind-
The sort that fills a sail with purpose and
Cracks flags in front of the pavilion
That raises up a litter dervish from the gutter
And streaks hair across pretty faces
It choreographs the sway of the marram grass
And cools the evening rest
.
But there are other winds that scare me
Desert winds that strip the skin from bone
And clawing winds that rip the fruit from the summer trees
Shaking the cedars to their ancient roots
Katabatic acrobatic angry winds
Howling down the holy mountain
.
I am stirred like the sea by a distant storm
With more questions than answers
For this wind blows wherever it pleases
The sound of it is in the branches
But who knows where it comes from
Or where it is going?
.
So it is with every child born of your Spirit
Beckoned into the glorious uncertainty
Of the Kingdom
