Tag Archives: Holy Spirit

Beginning Again

Her words wash over me

dampening shoulders

never drenching

I sit in hallowed pew

hearing not understanding

reading not comprehending

the words of the Lord

empty vessels

to my all encompassing need

I am rendered barren these days

bereft not forsaken

Where God treads

I need touch the ground

feel earth between toes

draw strength from hidden resources

feel the breath

of the Holy Spirit

flood my heart

distilling doubt into firmament

calming the troubled waters

of a flagging spirit . . . 

renewing, beginning

a time of new abundance

and belief in the Most High

Awaiting the Spirit

Searching for my soul –
alone, bereft
long since in hiding
an aching deep within
is recovery possible?
how to miss so deeply
the body’s lightest weight

I yearn for my normalcy –
that cherished feeling of
blessed warmth and firm resolve,
in touch with my savior –
lost without it
teetering at the edge
of a yawning chasm
hoping for a sign
of abiding mercy

Come upon me –
Mystery of
wonderful nourishment
settling over me
when the Breath of the Spirit
touches inner knowledge
bringing draughts of wisdom,
answers, direction,
and a font of peace.

I await mysticism –
praying I let the door
open enough
for the Holy Spirit to enter.

Fontanels

Born open –
to the presence
of the Lord –
becoming human
we close off,
shutting away God’s
active voice.

Lost, feeling alone,
by age two separate,
exclusively homo sapien
we yearn to hear
comfort, peace,
needing to learn
turning inward
for the still, small voice
requiring special listening

Perhaps the reason
some babies colic
screaming, in pain,
is inward rage
at separation
from the Godly presence
they just separated from
while others emerge
at peace,
nestled in assurance
of God’s continued love.