A Visit with the Holy Spirit 2. 20. 11

I sit on the road a blind beggar
Surrounded
only one stopping to listen

No one listens
No one cares
Wait, I plead
Tasks go as someone else sees

Books sold
Records sold
Windows bashed to spite me
Selfish
User of me
I prop up a statue
I win only through he?

The truth hides like a scared little girl
I push it back
Afraid
A desert where I can see fear coming
Like a rain cloud

If only I the beggar could call out
If only he was here to answer me
Wait, not only one listens, but two
Or is two-you?

I start to shed my cloak of the past
My self doubt
Opinions of others

Insight, like drops of dew
Divine intervention
I listen
Believing and having faith

I always sit in the road
Hand extended
Waiting for someone to give me sight

The sidelines of my life
Lack of trust
In myself
In others

A stone heart
Created by things
no one understands
A pecan on the ground
Covered in green
Ready to open
To grow a tree
Or feed

Watering the seeds of my own soul
Preparing to plant them around
An exodus
Wilderness journey
The unknown

Allow me God to trust
Believe in myself
Throwing the cloak
Invitation
A new road

"I would not take you, where I'm
Unwilling to go."
In the end all that matters is that we loved well.