Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Come, Spirit, Come!

Come, Spirit, Come…
Fill this pen with
Your endless ink.

Come, Spirit, Come!
Shatter the glass
In all the windows of division,
That Your sweet breath of freedom
Would blow through all
Dilapidated buildings of despair...

Come, Spirit, Come!
Reveal the Trust
Joy and
Contained in the
The core of all
Your Holy Names.

Your smile on my face
Will open more hearts
Than a thousand
Lectures intoned
With perfected pace,
Rigorous study,
And a starry-eyed gaze.

Come, Spirit, Come!
Bring the Awakening
Part the veils
Grounding Your
Love into these
Traveled soles.
Coursing through every footstep
Ingraving Your invitation Home
Into sidewalk cracks
Splitting sidelong
In every metropolis

Growing the
Seed of Creation,
In the compost of the mind,
Revealing only Grace, and
The Faceless Face,
No birth,
No death,
Just This...

Come, Spirit, Come...

Scott Patrick Schwenk 6/25/09

1 comment:

  1. Empty pens, love soles, smiles from an open heart.

    Surely bait for spirit.