Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Monday, October 17, 2005

SPIRIT OF FIRE

The Holy Spirit comes to hearts broken, by a love lost, a faith shattered, a hope crushed, a Savior crucified.
When all is dark and emptiness echo's death's distant taunt, when sacred sacred rituals falls short, traditional prayers ring hollow, words fail and consolation eludes,

Suddenly a mighty, rushing wind rocks our cloistered egos and we, who were dead and powerless, revive.

Joy erupts. Joy such as one universe much less one heart cannot contain.
Peace in ever swelling waves flows and floods the soul. Festering wounds heal pink with new promise.

And lacking earthly words to sufficiently praise God, strange tongues, new and wonderful open channels of grace between us and all who live and all who have ever lived and all who ever will. And I who was one am now many and we who were many are now one with God.

Just think. Had Jesus never come we would not be saved. Had He never left we would have never known how much He remains within us.

{I don't know the author of this, but I think it is beautiful}