to trace God's hand on my life
THE WIND has blown through my life
from infancy through all the changing years
along the paths of time.
Sometimes gently whispering
Sometimes urgently redirecting me
altering my self-planned course
to thrust me
along new paths of time.
THE WIND blew unrecognized
through my innocent childhood years.
In youth's impetuosity oft withstood
by the stubbornness of my self-will
as I stumbled
along my private paths of time.
In prime and senescent years
THE WIND continues to blow
in spite of my resistant humanity.
Grant me the grace to live
this allotted span of earth-time
given me so munificently
to accomplish some small portion
of God's Kingdom destiny
bringing me ultimately
to behold His face
* THE WIND=The Holy Spirit