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.

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