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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Into the Wind


Stepping into the rhythm of a morning walk
The western wind greeted me
With a wink and a challenge
To dare and pace my journey
Against his whirling whims.

Undaunted, it seemed prudent
To finish the task begun
And move toward the goal
Of a fresh-faced day charged
With pumping blood accompanied by
Song of the angel-birds in sky and tree.

Leaning forward, pushing uphill against the zephyr’s lashes
I gained new insight into the rushing wind of Pentecost
And the birth of hope accompanied by sweat and
Small steps toward greater things.

Who is this Spirit that whisks into
Our lives and propels us toward
Goals not our own?

Power that is multiplied in my meager footsteps,
Will you not sometimes blow ‘gainst my back
To remind me that even as one loaf fed a multitude,
This small offering of purposeful walking
Will be multiplied into a feast of fruit
As I keep in Spirit-step.

Unlacing my sneakers my breathless prayer
Is spare and true
 “Spiritu eleison!”

“Creator-Spirit, heavenly dove
Descend upon us from above
With graces manifold restore
Your creatures as they were before.”

                                          © 2008, Nancy Gerst