The wind blows where it will, and you hear its sound,
but you know not from whence it came or where it’s bound.
So it is with all, of the Spirit born. John 3:8
What might you do to change this world?
When the climate changes—
whether political or environmental—
as it is wont to do,
and we are powerless to affect it,
sink our roots deeper;
deeper than fire and flood;
deeper than drought and despair;
deeper than fear and fury;
beyond and below the reach
of trends, tempests and
When the wind shifts—
whether social, cultural or religious—
as it is prone to do,
and we cannot redirect it,
reset our sails.
In prayerful attention
we sink our souls deeper
to ground ourselves in the Perennial Presence.
In prophetic contemplation
we raise our sheet
into the Prevailing Power,
to harness the momentum
the restless turn of time and tide.
So, rather than run
we can also choose
to root our souls.
And rather than attack
the blow and bluster,
we can also learn to tack into it.
Thus, do we chart a course,
the cosmic sweep of stars,
and pattern our lives,
attuned to that radiant, perpetual pulse;
the Sacred Hub of Compassion.
But if we would write
which is wider than wounds
we have worn,
we might wield words
within all things. Bernadette Miller
In a universe in constant motion,
change is always coming;
the revolving refrain of a grand celestial dance.
Through this ceaseless movement of wind and weather
in world affairs, one question remains:
How will we receive, respond and reflect change-ability?
May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire
That disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.
May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease
To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take. John O’ Donohue
We have already entered
the rough waters and rapids of global climate change,
with all its incumbent social upheaval.
Yet, our ancestors also endured trials;
weathering the turbulence of conquests, empires
and global wars that bred ethnocide and genocide.
Now, we face the fearful possibility of ecocide—
the mindless desolation of the one home, loaned by our Maker
for those living generations yet to come.
And perhaps never before, in history’s long arc,
has the inheritance of so many
been squandered so swiftly by the recklessness of so few.
For change is surely upon us and changes are sorely needed.
Each alone, and all together,
we must weigh the price of change with cost of inaction,
so that, rooted deeply and reaching widely,
we might remain anchored through the shifting seasons,
as we navigate the tumultuous currents of our treacherous times.
And may you, dear seeker,
care enough to bare your soul
and daringly raise a sail that will lead to a change of course.