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Lent 2 A

John 3:1–17

The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. (John 3:8)

Be born of wind and water said the Teacher in the night

be new and swim and soar in the mystery of God now

so Nick polished his Airstream, took it out on the road

from Palo Duro Canyon to Big Bend and beyond

he deleted entries in his Google calendar, went offline

checked off incomplete tasks on his lists driving free

stopping where ever it seemed the flow was flowing

encountering strangers with deep pools of eyes

from time to time someone on the roadside

needed a tire change or a gallon of gas so he stopped

occasionally he met someone at a Waffle House

who sat alone, struck up a conversation, paid the tab

once he met a woman with a thin three-year old and

gave her a year’s worth of grocery money just like that

then he stopped and stayed a while in Death Valley heat

drank mango iced tea, absorbed desert wisdom like the sun

when he realized the tires were shot, trip was done,

he gave thanks for that day he trusted the Teacher and took off

gave thanks for letting go, for the restless spirit

moving him fluid through life like wild water streams