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Spirit of God in The Clear Running Water

The poem describes the Spirit of God as present in nature and calls for it to fill the earth. Each stanza references a different natural element or creature - running water, trees blowing in the wind, the finger of morning, moaning willows and a crying cloud - that the Spirit of God is said to inhabit. A recurring refrain calls for the Spirit to blow until the speaker is filled with its breath.

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Spirit of God in The Clear Running Water

The poem describes the Spirit of God as present in nature and calls for it to fill the earth. Each stanza references a different natural element or creature - running water, trees blowing in the wind, the finger of morning, moaning willows and a crying cloud - that the Spirit of God is said to inhabit. A recurring refrain calls for the Spirit to blow until the speaker is filled with its breath.

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Spirit of God in the clear running water

Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.


Spirit of God in the finger of morning:
Fill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

Down in the meadow the willows are moaning


Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still.
Spirit of God, creation is groaning:
Fill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

I saw the scar of a year that lay dying


Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill.
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying:
Fill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

Spirit of God every man's heart is lonely


Watching and waiting and hungry until
Spirit of God, man longs that you only
Fulfill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

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