A Child Of The Wind

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