Touch of the Spirit

Touch of the Spirit Touched by this unseen breath That hovered over a shapeless abyss My understanding Stretches - reaching for This tantalizing scent of divinity And a fluttering touch This dove of prophetic mystery. Cravings carved from aspirations Foreshadow an anointed reverie When musings beget beatitudes Like a sigh rustling leaves Restless perfection ascends On amazing wings From a fire that never burns To trace a silhouette Of elusive answers Coming into focus For my near-sighted eyes On shafts of newborn light. The unselfish redeeming heart Descends in loving nudges Of hallowed serendipity Planting seeds of whimsy Possibility From contemplation Freed from judgements And twirling paths of tarnished opinions Intentional inspiration Flows from fleshless wind and fire Like an irresistible sneeze To foreshadow resolutions Glimmering through far off mists Where notes wait for me Words clamor to speak rhymes Colors step forward from shadows Begging for artistry Laboring for birth. Touched by this breathless sigh of longing Only visible In the alluring aromas of the divine My timeworn steps of a threadbare dance Fall away Pulled into perfect synchronization By an ever gracious goodness Reason fades into faith Uniting me with love Beloved teacher, divine star. .