Blowing Wind


He comes like the wind, gentle and powerful. Radiating through fire and cleansing with water to the bone.

He hears me in the silence and in the crowds. He inhabits my praises.

When the weights bear down, he lifts them up. He knows just how to bring blooms of peace and joy.

In the depths of my heart, he is there. He knows just how deep the soul goes. More intimate, he loves and leads.

He is the most aware of my surroundings, of the hearts around me. He even knows the clovers, the leaves, and the dirty floors.

His voice softly tugs my heart. It wraps itself in truth and light.

The connection he creates is like a three chord tie, tough to break.

May I never sever the connection to my comforter, my teacher.

I love you and all you do for my mind, body, and soul.

Thank you Holy Spirit.

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