wind

For ‘In him we live and move and have our being,’^* as even some of your poets have said, ‘For we too are his offspring.’
Acts 17:28

In you we live and move and are,
but see you less than air.
We grope, although you are not far,
as wind that stirs our hair.

We move in you as you us,
the breath that fills our lungs
and stirs again this lifeless dust
'til we cry out in tongues.

And if you take that breath away,
then dust to dust returns
'til branches in your breezes sway
and embers once more burn.

O God, you are the atmosphere
that shapes and holds our lives.
We could not be, were you not here:
You are, and we survive.

Teach us the wonder of our breath;
suffuse into our blood
your being—oh, your very self—
Breathe life into our mud.

And hold our every panting gasp;
hold us when all breath fades.
Draw us into your winds that pass
beyond all hurricanes.

This wind turbine generates electricity from wind power. By Wagner Christian – Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=958801

The wind is blowing. Lo! we hear the sound that shakes the trees and rises from the ground, but whence it comes, or where will next be found we cannot tell, and it will not be bound. The storm that sweeps across an arid land, the gentle breath on dying embers fanned, the gale that bows us down when we would stand: Oh, Spirit, thus you guide our heart and hand! Teach us once more, for we, undisciplined, have thrown the yoke; rebellious cries have dinned; have raised ourselves in pride; have, falling, sinned. Teach us again, oh heaven-given wind! Then blow once more, oh Spirit, where you will, and in your mercy all our spaces fill. Remake our hearts; renew the world until it moves with you, and at your word is still. Amen.

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Atmosphere