The Wind of Spirit


The wind blows wherever it wishes
We cannot command it
We cannot grasp it
Nor see it
Yet sensuously, it brushes over our skin
It fills our nostrils with Spring and Winter
Effortlessly moving tree and ocean
And so it is with the Spirit
It cannot be proven
It does not obey demands
Nor can It be poured into a vial
Or sold at market
Yet we feel It’s influence
We observe It alter destiny
We can commune with the Spirit like warm breath in our lungs
And feed upon It like a rush of life pumping into our soul
The Spirit blows wherever It wills


-Shayne Mason Vincent-

Shayne Mason Vincent, MSW
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