Bruce Cockburn's song 'A Child Of The Wind' has become a prayer for my life. A willingness to not be tamed and domesticated but to be willing to be open to the moving of the Holy Spirit. Except for the first line, which in may case should read "I love the pounding of surf" I relate to the desire to be a follower and always to unfurl the sails of my life for the wind of the spirit to blow. At 48 I also relate to the line "I'm to old for the ter' (ie child). I post this as an offering and to remind myself at the beginning of 2011 to keep this posture in my life.
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
Love my sweet woman down to the core
There's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days
Little round planet
In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed
Sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days
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I really like Bruce Cockburn. Thanks for sharing this, he has a lot of good ones.
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