THE EXPERIENCE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT IN OCTOBER IN THE BLUE RIDGE
since summer ended i’ve sensed
the Spirit idling
in the corners of rooms the greying skies
the spire of st. simeon’s the
soft harbor of sara’s neck.
what is this sensibility beyond
mind or intuition
acknowledgement of the Third Person?
it’s like
wheat stalks leaning in these elds outside lexington
beige and dry gold green deferring to the
sightless passing of the air
which blows where it wills and you hear its sound
but you know not where it comes from
or where it goes.
in the waterless wind they willow and worship.
no one told me this is
how
You choose to be
a Hovering
spread translucent thin
over the screens of being.
how long will this feeling last?
