First Wednesday in Lent

"The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit." John 3:8

it is that breath
which barely stirs
the curtains
on a steamy,
summer night,
yet
cools our sweaty souls;
it can come
as a gust strong enough
to knock us off our feet,
so we look around
and see that misstep
we were about to take;
it is the aroma
of bread
fresh out of the oven,
so yeasty and warm
tickling our senses until
we realize we are
home,
where you have been
waiting.
for
us.

(c) Thom M. Shuman

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