The Wind

               The wind blows wherever it pleases. 
                 You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from 
                   or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.
                                                        John 3:8

                                                                              

The tract of sunlight

has just opened

  across the blue inroads 

of blood

on the old-back terrain 

of my hand,

this flesh,

this crumpled cage we love

and love to slip 

our slender souls between,

into the great God-wind

scattering our breath

far into His vast spirit

 at last,

 at last.