A Path That is Cut

Like we do not

See the wind but feel its breath

Its power and movement

We know its presence.

We want to see it, Lord, your Spirit.

Like a mighty tornado

Tearing up trees and leaf and ground

Cutting a path across the land

Cutting spaces in half

Tearing out what was

Weak or in the way.

We want your power to tear through the

Sleepy towns of our hearts,

Our community.

A pillar of fire

Cut new paths through

Forests, through which we will look back

And remember and point out

to our children

Where new growth can spring

Where we can access the water.