On cool crisp windy-cloudy morning
please send refreshment
O Lord
on your buoyant breeze.
Clouds move
at wind's breath
steadily slowly
no resistance
shapes changing
at weather's will.
Branches in treetops
sway and dance
firmly attached to trunk
yet lithe and limber
responding
to blustery embrace.
Come Holy Spirit.
Breathe waves of life
into these overcast thoughts.
Sweep my murky clouds
into shapes of grace.
I raise my arms
to you
my Jesus.
Please twirl my lethargy
creating zephyr-sweet gusts
of your joy.
there you are! You were missed!
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