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The wind knows nothing of my plans,
yet moves me more than all my schemes.
It breaks the branches of my pride
and plants a forest in my dreams.

I chart the sky and name the gust,
pretending I am in command—
but Spirit slips between my fists
like breath I never truly planned.

O let me be a yielded field,
not fortress standing stiff and grim—
for I am most alive, I think,
when I am blown about by Him.

Unless I loosen my grip on proof,
I will never hold the miracle.
Unless I spend mercy like rain,
I will die of thirst beside a river.
Unless I trust the wound that bleeds for me,
I will bind my own hands in fear.
But if I dare to live without unless,
I may finally believe without end.

I called it sense,
this measured view—
a world contained
in what I knew.

Yet grace broke in
where thought had ceased,
and whispered hope
I had released.

So now I stand,
less sure, yet free—
for faith begins
where I cannot see.

He met me not
in the thunder’s cry,
but where the morning
meets the sky.

A fire, a meal,
no grand display—
just bread enough
to start the day.

And in that feast
so plain, so small,
I found the grace
that feeds us all.

I stood where I thought
all promise had ceased,
where silence had settled
and hope had decreased.

But light broke the pattern
I thought I had known—
and joy stood before me
too vast to be owned.

So I laughed at my limits,
let certainty bend—
for grace had begun
where I thought it would end.

I walked with the truth
yet saw only the road,
heard words of fire
yet felt them not glow.

Till grace, like the sun,
rested soft on my sight—
and the closed place within
gave way to the light.

For hearts do not open
by effort alone—
but by love that persists
till it is known.