straddling unseen, on the cusp in between flashing axons abundant, a glory triumphant whispers in grandeur, both fierce and serene. deeper than dermis with eyes like a furnace, the Word beyond time reveals secrets, divine appeals— lucid, prophetic, pregnant with purpose. the Spirit within granting pardon from sin, imparting and provoking, with soul embers stoking, His dreams become mine as distance wears thin. embrace! o what peace from the Helper's release of a constant assurance through life's faithless currents of His loving Presence, which never will cease.
You could consider this a poem dedicated to a lived pneumatology. A Pentecostal verse. Living filled with the Holy Ghost. Whatever you like.
I tried to put language to the unique relationship we abide in with the Holy Spirit as our Guide and Counselor. Regardless of the steep opposition I face, it’s the authority the Spirit gives and the illumination He provides that help me to live a life of power and truth. I hope it speaks to and encourages you.
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That's the beauty and glory of the Spirit...both fierce and serene!
A quote from the Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe:
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
“I’m longing to see him,” said Peter, “even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.”
We need more Christian poets! Thank you.