Holy Spirit Moments
I’ve never experienced hallelujah or come-to -Jesus moments
like I’m sure many religious folks do.
I’ve never spoken in tongues (nor would I want to).
I don’t believe I was ever moved much by the Holy Spirit in church
although I have been moved
by stories of compassion told by Sunday school teachers
and from seeing kind acts performed in a variety of places
by both humans and even by animals!
I find inspiration in sunsets, the ocean, and beautiful scenery.
I would hope that means I am feeling the Holy Spirit.
But something spoke to my spirit quite strongly when -
after a terrible sudden wind storm and driving
blindly home in the rain -
the storm just as suddenly subsided and was replaced
by a rainbow spreading over our mountains.
The moment I got home, I sat down
to write one of my first poems to come to me in a flash:
“God is Good.”
And though the Spirit did not speak to me,
I believe it may have guided my hands
on the steering wheel of my car when somehow
I got into a fix madly maneuvering myself
between two cars on the freeway
and there was NO lane for me to drive in between the two cars!
I still have no idea how I escaped that one unscathed.
Other times I have had blow-outs on the freeway
and then found myself delivered into the hands
of good Samaritans. Maybe those times
the Spirit was looking after me.
I believe I was led by the Holy Spirit when
after a week of desperate prayer
and two days away from having a stent put in my breast,
I found myself in the house of my next door neighbor
who happened to be a renowed doctor from Canada.
Upon hearing that I was set to have chemotherapy
in addition to radiation treatments
(even though my tumor was already removed from me)
he and his scientist collegue, whom he quickly got me in touch with,
advised me that I absolutely
should not undergo chemotherapy treatments.
Also I believe that after much prayer,
I was led later on to find supplements to relieve me
of at least one of the terrible side effects of an unnecessary drug given me
by the same oncologist who had wanted me to do chemo.
Sometimes I feel the Holy Spirit
in certain rare and powerful scenes of movies.
Something spoke to my spirit profoundly
at the very final scene of a movie called “American Beauty.”
In this scene you can hear the main character, Lester,
eloquently and almost poetically soliliquize on life.
As he expresses gratitude for all the simple beauties of life,
his just-then murdered soul
drifts upward toward heaven.
God knows me very well-
to have touched my soul so deeply through a movie.
Nov. 29, 2019
For Caren Krutsinger's 'A Poem Honoring Spirituality ' Poetry Contest
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