Food for thought

Let men embrace the rain.  Come, Wind, blow free

And stir the warm sweet breeze!  Dream, dreamless men!

Our empty youth come filled with prophecy.

Our grunts now Spirit-washed are words again.

The Great Invader breathes upon you as a man

Of Holy Fire, from that far land where all

Horizons meet.  He knocks with wounded hands

Upon the soul.  And penetrates the wall

Of your resistance to Earthmaker’s love.

The Spirit of the Singer comes to sing

An inner melody.  To fill above

Our brim of joy his own abundant being.

~excerpt from The Song by Calvin Miller