Wind

The Spirit leads us or so we say
What is it like to really allow the wind
To blow through us? Ripping to shreds
All we thought to be stable because
This is where the spirit goes on wind
Blowing, round through, not just a tame
Wind, one that gales and storms on the 
Sea throwing us about, losing our way
Turned from all the familiar points that 
Would turn us towards home and yet
Somehow we land in safe harbor turned,
Changed somehow if we let go and let
Ourselves be driven and turned, wrung
Out into new territory and it all belongs
To God in the end so just let go your 
Sail and trust, have faith you will be led