May 28, 2020
What images formed in my head
As I lay sleeping in my bed?
What wispy shadows still remain?
Do they still linger in my brain?
What colors would I use to paint
The swirls of thought without restraint?
What images would form with words?
Would they sprout wings and fly like birds?
I long to write not from my head,
But share what’s in my heart instead.
The Spirit God has placed inside
Has come to dwell, to lead, to guide.
I pray that Spirit finds a way
To rise inside and have a say.
That Spirit longs to soar and fly,
Reflect the love of God on high.