Poetry

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As the writer meditates…..

reverent, submissive, in awe, he is anointed by the incense of Purity, Majesty and Splendor – clothed in a whirlwind of Fire and Light…… and he is left…… breathless.

As The Holy Spirit intercedes…..

reverent, submissive, in the midst, He is anointed by the Majestic scent of Purity in the Holy Presence of Light – the Touch of Fire upon His lips … and He is left…... breathless.

As the writer meditates…..
as The Spirit intercedes…..
anointed…..as one….. breathless.

Splendor, Majesty, Wind and Fire….. Holy.

And God breathes….
The Spirit speaks….
The pen moves…
Beauty flows….

Words of Beauty flow…..


“Praise the LORD, O my soul.
O LORD my God, You are very great;

You are clothed with splendor and majesty.
He wraps himself in light as with a garment;

He stretches out the heavens like a tent
and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.

He makes the clouds his chariot,
and rides on the wings of the wind.

He makes winds His messengers,
Flames of fire His servants.”*


And the Author and Finisher listens ... and is pleased ...


“I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.

May my meditation be pleasing to Him,
as I rejoice in the Lord.*

Praise the Lord O my soul.
Praise the Lord.”*


King David closes the Book and lays down his pen.
It is finished, for now.

He closes his eyes to rest – his breath restored.

And the Beauty of The Word, chariots his slumber….. and carries him away on the wings of the wind.










*Psalm 104:1-4
*Psalms 104:33,34
*Psalms 104:35b

Pat Guy
©2005

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