SPIRIT
The spirit moves us, giving us feelings, like good and bad, and also just simple no feelings.
Spirit, is like the inner self, the one God taught us about, the one that moves with no arms or legs, it is like the wind it moves freely.
Spirit, is always present, it is unseen but always felt, like a force, it takes flight, it moves, it seeks, it continues through life and beyond.
Spirit can be loving and non-loving, it can heal and hurt, it has power, it can send us into the abyss.
Like cold and hot, and medium, spirit has the same degrees, it has all it needs to move and to set its tone.
There are many spirits, as God told us, some seek to destroy us, some shield us, some love us and guide us home to our forever place.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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