• sitting with the spirit

    by  • May 19, 2013 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    it’s a quiet pentecost morning and
    I’m out of town on a side street of lifeIMG_1606
    where I ducked out of the drizzle only
    to find myself in hart and soul coffee
    everyone here speaks my language

    though silence is not my strong suit
    it strikes me that it takes some quiet
    for the Spirit to catch me by surprise
    pentecost is less about pontificating
    than listening, about learning . . .

    grace does not require my opinion
    only my attention and my willingness
    to trust there might be another way
    to see or say than mine — the God of
    galaxies has a larger vocabulary than I

    and the imagination to show up
    dressed as wind and fire, as the little
    girl with the giant bow at the next
    table, as the silence sitting across
    from me in the cheetah print chair



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    3 Responses to sitting with the spirit

    1. May 19, 2013 at 4:05 pm

      Hey, Milton, this post really spoke to me. I especially liked the “cheetah print chair.” Grace comes in many ways! Love, Rosemary

    2. May 19, 2013 at 7:14 pm

      grace does not require my opinion… thankfully.

    3. May 21, 2013 at 7:02 pm

      I like it—” the God of the galaxies has a larger vocabulary than I ”
      Thank you for the gift of your poem, Milton.
      May God bless your day,


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