You formed our bodies from the dust
and blew your Spirit into clay.
This wind that hovers over us
will someday blow our dust away.
We labor for our daily bread
but cannot purchase one more day.
No matter how we're dressed and fed,
this desert wind blows us away.
O Holy Wind that sweeps us up
and carries us to desert sand,
help us to know that we are dust,
but still God holds us in his hand.
We do not live by bread alone,
but every sacred word you say.
Come help us to be more your own
before the wind blows us away.
We wait for the accepted time--
this is the hour and this the day
to lift our voice--Oh, hear our cry
before the wind blows us away!
Kate Bluett 