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By Colin Swann
08/21/13
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“The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know whence it comes or wither it goes; so it is with every one who is born of the Spirit.”
John ch 3 v 8 RSV

Those little souls who roam endlessly in hope of survival have to scratch away with their grubby infected hands to snatch a meal not fit to eat; their nightly slumbering consists of sharing body heat among themselves and seeking respite amidst plastic bags and cardboard bedding sheets, as society's lost children; and dreaming of a bedtime cuddle from a mother’s loving arms and a father's affirmation and guiding hand – then,

a sigh comes forth from the Spirit in the wind.

Those infants of famine who end up as skin and bone with their bodies wilting like sun shrivelled blooms are the pitiful, tearless and forgotten ones; muted cries come forth from these feeble ones who are too weak to hold their heads up to their mothers' dry breasts and they have no succour among the sons of men; the lost hope of the breath of life finally expires, an exhalation of the last breath of life whilst near to the lands of plenty, waste and greed – then,

a sigh comes forth from the Spirit in the wind.

Those shipwrecked souls decaying and wasting away under long sentences in penal institutions, who had hopes but now long lost in the distant past, and dreams too far away to foster faith for the future; broken lives muted into a loveless existence for those both inside and out; hope for tomorrow is too far gone – the future can never again be the yesterday; hopelessness is set in stone and remorse will not unlock those shuttered doors – then,

a sigh comes forth from the Spirit in the wind.

Those young lives that are ruined by addictive and devilish temptations that taint their blood stream by gross misuse and abuse; the folly of succumbing to that first fix, the grip-like hold that will not let go, and the chains that refuse to be shaken off; ambitions dissipate and are swallowed up by the poisonous stream that surges through veins blotting out light and a bright tomorrow – then the inevitable defeat that leaves bodies dead amid the cold, dank, filthy and deserted derelict wastelands – then,

a sigh comes forth from the Spirit in the wind.

Those with a death sentence pronounced over their ailing bodies look for a spark of hope, the caring mother who wrestles with loss and the thought of leaving her loving family behind, parents whose child is wasting away and losing ground in its fight for life, the soldiers badly wounded in war with battles to face to ward off losing their final wars, old and young facing the unknown tomorrows and hoping that chronic sickness will lose out in the battle of life and death – then,

a sigh comes from the Spirit in the wind.

“….for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me. …. as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.”
Matthew ch 25 vv 35....40 RSV

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