The flaming Holy Spirit
is but a glowing ember
in my soul today...
but not extinguished.
It awaits a breeze
a blowing wind
my own internal Pentecost
my own collision
with ignition
my own collision
of dark soul carbon
pure God-breathed oxygen
and spiritually passionate heat.
From somewhere far within
I hear a faint sound
that maybe, just maybe
is God taking in
a long, deep breath.
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