Holy Spirit
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Written on June 27, 2025
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Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean in actuality, to be touched by spirit?
in the prolonged whisper of grace,
dewy sweetness, falling like trembling waves
across the moments, through the haze
misty dreams burning,
blessing the shadows with grace
breaking through the hesitant embrace
peace, comforting the days
hope, healing the silence – amazed
I feel the beautiful of a soul who senses
His grace, mystifying, musical, mild
as yesterday’s fated maze
a history of love who bleeds through
every fear, each tear, all the years
before I knew how it feels, the beauty
reminding me how sure this feeling speaks
singing in spite of grief
growing wise and warm and wild
like the tenderness of a poet
who finds the reason for His presence
in the air, on the heart, over the soul
where every part of the light spreads
concealing the notes, senses
unfolding and growing, glowing
across the hills – mountains thrilling
electrified by the angel’s melody
enchanting and enlightening,
concealing all the anxieties, the faded folds
of a sincerity, soothing – serenity
in spirit’s speech,
love like this is more than the reason
gestures of what it means
to give generously, and humbly
with a hand laden with hope
a heart bursting with truth
a soul full of promise… it’s love
the spirit’s song, on wings who flow
amid the sensations of grace
far more alive than destiny’s light
far more wonderful than I can find
in the memories, the moments
blended into the quiet spaces
where I see Him,
His light glowing softly
unfading as the glistening
of a star strewn heaven,
more potent than the serenity
found in His sweet presence.
He is love
He is peace
He is grace
and I believe
He is more than words can breathe
He is more than tears can weep
He is more than just a sense of home
He is the home that I’ll always keep
He is the home where love is so sweet
He is the home where I linger and believe
my destiny is found in such gentle peace
my purpose is known – with Him
I’ll forever be… living, not just a dream
but the life that God intended for me!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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