“Wind from the Sea” – Edward Gordon
Then He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath;
prophesy, son of man, and say to the breath,
Thus says the Lord GOD:
Come from the four winds, O breath,
and breathe on these slain, that they may live.”
Once I had a teacher.
This truth he taught to me:
There are within each person,
four different ways to be—
The Hunter cares for ‘your space.’
The Warrior fights for ‘mine.’
The Headman orders ‘our space.’
The Clown can’t see the line.
He suggested all too clearly
that Head’s my inclination.
But the other three, he said to me,
await your invitation.
And this surprise enlivens
our each and every breath:
Four winds blow the stronger
because there is a fifth.
The fifth breathes at my center—
a Priest at the heart of me—
a holy hand, a calm command:
Blow, winds — strong and free.
My teacher was a Hunter
with heart and hands outreaching.
I hope I do him honor
by mentioning his teaching.