A restless wind blows tonight
Wide awake I achingly wonder
How to help this challenged world?
Small in the hand of the creator
Tell me, what must I do?
My ancestors show me – I have weathered many great storms
Resilience passed down through the ages
I do not doubt my strength.
Small in the hand of god
Show me, what must I do?
Longing to be nursed with purpose
To ripple change across this beloved earth
I stare straight into the heart of the divine
Tell me how to use this one blessed body?
Show me how I sing a new creation into being
With the breath of life I bring.
What I came here to do.
- Diane Osborne