Spirit of God

I was stuck in the process of writing yesterday's haiku, which was about a recent hiking experience, being unable to come up with a satisfactory last line.

The problem was solved in the Mass today as we celebrated Pentecost Sunday. One of the hymns sung was my all time favourite Spirit of God. The hymn was so beautifully written that it moves me to tears every time I sing it.

Of course, I should have known that the Spirit of God was there in the lovely experience I had during the hike.

SPIRIT OF GOD
(words by Sister Miriam Therese Winter)

Spirit of God in the clear running water
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.
Spirit of God in the finger of morning,
Fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

Down in the meadow the willows are moaning
Sheep in the pasture land cannot lie still.
Spirit of God, creation is groaning,
Fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

I saw the scar of a year that lay dying
Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill.
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying,
Fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

Spirit of God, every man's heart is lonely,
Watching and waiting and hungry still
Spirit of God, man longs that you only
Fulfill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.