Saturday, March 05, 2011

Grove of the Holy Wind

O Lord, My God, where are you?  I walk the beaten path tread by many before me, but I do not find you.  As I ascended the mountain, I thought; 'Perhaps you are there, waiting for me.'  There on the mountain top, I hear your voice tell me who I am, to be who you made me to be.  Yet you are still afar.  I climb a tree, but you are not there.  Distractions.  Why God?  I came to be with you; perhaps today hearing your voice is all I will get.  But deep in my soul, the Spirit groans to the Father and compels me to again follow the path of another.  But then He stops me some way along and shows me another way.  His grove is near.  As I descend the hillside, the wind stirs.  As I crush the snow with my feet, He says to me in the wind, 'Can you hear me?'  'I've been here waiting for you.  Come, sit, and may your soul be renewed by my breath.  Can you see me?  When the wind dances on the leaves?  Can you see me?  In the gentle sway of the branches?  Can you feel me?  As I rush on the wind to be with you?  Then stillness.  Quiet. Peace. Contentment.  Healing.

Then He is gone.  But a moment He was here, yet many lifetimes I would give to again feel His presence engulf me and feel Him breath His loving breath on the wind.  I hear Him again in the distance, 'I'm always here.  I know you.  And I will come to you again.  My secret grove waits for you to come and be refreshed.  To dwell with me, even if for a moment.'

Will you come?