Windburn

For the being of air comes whenever him please.
   Like the wind, it blows westward, strong.
     To the east, gentle.
         To the south, calm.
             To the north, purified.
In every season, he is steady and he is constant.
  Bring to him all praise bring to him all worship.
   Declare that he is here in us; ever so present.
Breathe in this being of air, consume its every particle
      become rejuvenated-you are young again.
For by He spirit- you are free.
       Take the wind, fly westward, strong.
              To the east, stride.
                  To the south, proclaim.
                     To the north, resurrected.
        Over everything Here you is.