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