In the Wind

There is no way, we cannot choose,
to watch God move,
            in the wind.
We move in patterns, on tracks, in grooves,
unlike God,
            in the wind.

From afar we’re seen, from miles away,
unlike God,
            in the wind.
We are predictable, as night and day,
unlike God,
            in the wind.

We’ll never dictate or comprehend
how God moves,
            in the wind.
Not where he starts, nor where he ends,
because God moves,
            in the wind.

We sit in place, we loll, we idle,
unlike God,
            in the wind.
We dance in steps, like a child’s recital,
unlike God,
            in the wind.

Like no other, swift and strong,
is how God moves,
            in the wind.
Over his earth, bounding along,
is how God moves,
            in the wind.

We can’t outrun, we can’t ignore,
the way God moves,
            in the wind.
We best be ready, I implore,
for our God moves,
            in the wind.

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