Winds of Spirit
Sweep my thought
It’s time to cast out idols
Those who ask for time
Those who ask for blood
Those who ask for tiresome daily ritual
Who say they have the power
to save my sorry life
or, if I fail to worship,
occasion my demise
But they know nothing, and their mouths can’t speak
The life they offer is anemic, weak
And Spirit shows me, right here, what I am
Exposing all their noxious threats as sham
I will not worship
the god of appearances
I will not worship
the god of social norms
I will not worship
the god of shopping bargains
I will not worship
the god of health concerns
Winds of Spirit, sweep my soul
for I am made to worship
what is true and whole
That frames the space for all that’s free and wild
And holds us each as Life’s untrammeled child.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 6, 2012
(background music: Max Richter, “Haunted Ocean”)