The Holy Spirit
I feel coursing through
Beating straight from my
I pray for Inspiration
He comes to me.
As a psalm heals the wounded
May these Psalms heal
Those whose soul is distressed
The soul belongs not in this world
Therefore it will always be distressed as the world
Continues to beat down upon such that is holy.
Because the world is
Ruled by the unholy.
Seek not what is in the world for your soul rejects such simple nonsense things
Know that if your eyes
Why not turn over and wake your fellow brothers?
Are we not our brother’s keeper?
Know that to heal the sick
One does not simply tear off the dressing
In one swoop
As the sick cry out in anguish at you and lash out
But through patience
And daily care
Through establishing trust
And showing progressive healing
The sick will thank you graciously
The blind will open their eyes
And walk no longer in darkness and uninspired
So the Holy Spirit cries
In joy as another is saved
For to save is to be gentle and tending like a mother
As the Spirit is tending to you.
Gentle as a breeze.
Strong as a mother’s love
The Spirit is most intimate and knows your ways before you even step into them.
Seek the Spirit and never again walk alone.