The Blowing Wind

The Wind is blowing, 

    where it wishes,

       the why of it

         not known to us, 

          only the Father

who said, "Blow, Wind!"

The not yet seen Wind

    uproots, blows over

      dug in deep sin, 

        scatters debris

         of what once was

creating the new.

Blow, now Holy Wind,

    tear down, build up,

      bring bitter tears

        tears of grief, 

         tears of sorrow, 

the tears of joy.

Blow, blow, Wind of God,

    till nothing stands

      all hearts filled, 

        souls set afire, 

          a consuming fire, 

Wind of fire, Blow!