The Holy Spirit Gift
A wedding gown pure white, the sign of change aquatic.
The baptism of water, fire — sins death spurs life.
Sweet oil like rain, offer of praise — symbiotic.
The raise and court of hands; the congregation’s rife
emotion grabs the Father’s attention, not lame.
Son’s hands stretched wide, received by the heavens. Christ sends
the comforter, the wise, the healer too — the names
synonymous — the Holy Spirit gift — our friend.
We’re touched in fellowship, the precipitous reach.
The Spirit gives us fruit as we believe; the tree
grows love, joy, peace and patience too; we’re given each
and “ness” of kind, good, faith and gentle — all sweetens “we.”
Of self-control, the one we are afraid to pick —
we must! The freedom sates; it takes away our fear.
Our hunger pangs? We’re filled and safe, not sick.
The Holy Spirit cleanses us — our conscience clear.
11/29/2019
Holy Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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