The wind farmer releases the wind

The strange notion of rûaḥ in the Hebrew Scriptures shatters
taxonomies, leaving us to ask mistakenly, “Is rûaḥ wind? Breath?
Spirit? Or spirit?” In particular, rûaḥ causes tidy dichotomies to
splinter, neat categories to fragment.
                —Jack Levison, A Boundless God

There are no crosses on the wind farm. The turbines,
with their three blades and the great arcs they make,
refuse the stasis of upright and crossbeam,
to their singular place they are also free, they spin,
they make their rounds. And wind is breath, is spirit
in Hebrew after all, the blades are tuned and turned
to the wind, to the spirit, nothing men have ever made
is so cleverly, closely tuned, so capable of drawing
true power from what looks like nothing, what moves
beyond chance or habit in its great whorls and streams.