Wind, wind blow on me. (New Harvest 226)
It was a bit precarious in the sacred space with a wild wind blowing around me, remnants of autumn leaves swirling around and the trees were shedding small branches that flew like kites in the uptake of the wind and others rolled across the lawn tossing and turning and tiny birds clutched the tree branches with match stick size pinions. It was indeed a strong wind and it reminded me of the saying by P Wilding: ' Wind of God blow strong, blow fresh, blow now.'
Mane Nobiscum Domine - Remain with us Lord. Anne, servant of the Lord
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