If Spirit is the breath that animates
Our lives, enthusing us with consciousness,
Then pray to be inspired, open the gates
To heavenly winds that purify and bless,
For otherwise we’re loveless and forlorn,
Flat, desiccated, hollow, bitter, bleak;
Seek rather to be salvaged and reborn—
Ascend to Holiness’ transcendent peak
For there the winds of grace are ever blowing
To fill your soul with tenderness and bliss
And keep the fires of love forever glowing
Since what is living for, if not for this?
This Holy Spirit fills the universe—
Forgetting which incurs a woeful curse.