The Spirit
Where does it come from, this chill that I’m feeling.
This breeze that cuts right through me.
I neither see it, or know where it’s coming from.
I wrap my coat closer around me, but sill the cold
Envelopes my very being.
The wind moves me, and often pushes me in a direction,
Reminding me of the spirit.
The one Jesus sent to indwell in His followers, when he ascended into heaven.
So long ago.
Like the wind, I feel it, but I can’t see it.
The spirit moves within my breast and often directs me.
Pushing me in one direction or another, to do the will of the Father.
I am so thankful to belong to the holy one.
To be unified, in body and spirit in this present life,
With the assurance that one day I will reside with the King of Host.
At that time, I will have my answers.
No longer will I wonder where the breeze is coming from.
For I will be home.
Copyright © Bonnie Cuber | Year Posted 2024
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