May 14, 2016

COME  HOLY  SPIRIT

Come Holy Spirit, come.

Come God, Spirit, Holiness.

Come to me as Wind, Breath, Air….

Come to me simply as a cool breeze -

so silent, here, invisible at the edge entrance

of my mountain cave …. my hiding place.

Or come to me as a loud wind, shaking me,

shaking my windows, pounding my doors,

getting me down to my foundation rocks

Come Holy Spirit, come.

Come God, Spirit, Holiness.

Come to me as Fire, Flame, Spark,

singeing my soul, scorching my selfishness,

reducing me to ashes, so I can rise to new

life, a new start, a new Church, a new next.

Come Holy Spirit, come.

Come God, Spirit, Holiness.

Come to me as Word Seed,

as you came to Mary,
as you jumped off the scrolls
of sacred scripture into so many,

come to me as you hovered

over Christ as a dove.  Let me also hear

your song: “You are my beloved son,

my beloved daughter, in you,

I am well pleased.”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016