Ah the Spirit
we know not where she blows
as a breath of wind
she goes wherever she wills
in the gravel of the journey she leaves her footprints
in the cross on the horizon she directs the journey
in the deepening colours of the season she moves between us
in the fading of the light she calls us into the darkness
in the word of foretelling she promises life
in the wilderness of Lent she takes us through.
The Spirit’s flux
we know not where she flows
but may she shift in us
and set our journey once more.
Picture is of Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro – more wonderful images found here.