Lord of the whirlwind –
We are on our way from place to place.
Stay here, one says. I will not leave you, another says.
So we go on with a company of prophets and find ourselves standing by the water’s edge. A mantle is rolled and strikes the water. The water parts, and we cross on dry ground.
In the crossing, one says, Tell me what I may do for you, before I am taken from you. Another says, Please let me inherit a double share of your spirit.
So we go on walking and talking until separated by fire. We watch and cry out and tear our clothes and pick up the fallen mantle.
We go back, and we stand by the water’s edge. Mantle in our hand, we strike the water, and the water parts yet again – making way for a new crossing.
In the whirlwind of transition, may we stay near and pick up the mantle.
Amen and amen.