Winds Of The Spirit
Why chase the wind, when you can become it?
Carry the Spirit, be its voice, though others try to dumb it.
Sing the song of joy, when others only hum it.
Be the resonating harmony as angels lift the harp and strum it.
Rising above the cities, and down to the waters plummet.
Across the barren deserts and up to the mountain summit.
In faith the intellect is overcome, the burden of the flesh eases.
For the winds are unfettered and go wherever the Spirit pleases.