untangling the web

Blow wind blow
        carry my fears away
        as the blustery breeze picks up the sweet wrappers
                and sweeps them along, then up, away.
        So wind blow my fears –
away                                                 Oh wind I do not know
                    where you come from
        where you go to:
I only know                                           you are.
                            I only see what you do.
        Sometimes it’s a sad song
        that blows the leaves,
        that gnaws the bough, that saws the tree,
        and devastates the whole forest, and makes it bare.
Sometimes the gentle lullaby of the wind
        rests my child in sleep,
        motioning like the waves of the sea.
                    The Spirit of God is a mighty breath
that sometimes whispers,
    SOMETIMES YELLS.
        I do not care how God moves me;
        it is the action of moving I desire,
                Spirit of God fill me
                so that I am incomplete without you
                as the waters cover the sea.
                Spirit of God
                I do not care how you act.            All I desire
    is the action.
                All I desire is the moving of the trees,
the moving in the world that I am being blown.
                        Lord you have seized me,
                        you have picked me up,
                    from the pavement of the world,
                and you have carried me along.
        Lord seize me more,
                let me empty myself
            of the chains that clutter up my life,
            and weigh me down;
let me become light as a feather,                oh – so – light:
            so easily carried along by my God!
    Spirit of God
    brood in my life,
        as the dove hovering over the waters.
    You have seized me,
    and who can resist you?