Recently . . .

This is a poem that I wrote about the my search and longing for the Holy Spirit. Just when he seems nowhere to be found, I find he is already right here, and has been for quite some time.



I hear you in the rush of the piano
And the melody of the wind
Your presence though invisible
Refuses to rescind
You go where I go,
You breathe life where my fear lives

And although I lay in pieces,
I hear you treading softly
Gathering my fragments.
I am paralyzed, but I know
My mess is no match for you
I will die
You will win
I’ll rise
Alive again