Spirit Blessings

 Dry and parched,

    waiting, hoping

       the land listens

         distant rumblings,

           a cooling breeze

Bless, coming wind.

As is the land, 

    so is my soul

      empty of life

        listening, hoping

          for sweeping wind,

Bless now, Holy Wind.

A soul darkened,

     the chaos reigns,

       as in first times, 

         bring new life,

           end the dry days,

Bless, creating Wind.