The wind of God is stirring the dead leaves on the hills, turning them round and over, tossing them where it wills, ever new patterns making, gathering them in one. So God the Holy Spirit will all our lives has done; God's wind still blows, (whence, no one knows). Come, Holy Spirit, come! The wind of God is moving the church, time-worn and spent, bidding it hear the summons, calling it to repent. Newness of life is offered: purpose and joy to all since the day on which Mary obeyed her Maker's call, and Christ was born on Christmas morn: Come, Holy Spirit, come! The wind of God is rushing throughout the world today, breathing life into people, touching all those who pray. Then, as our hearts, uplifted, flame to that fire above, Christ sends us out to witness, to save the world by love. Lord, in this hour send forth your power: Come, Holy Spirit, come!