Breath of God (Poem)

A light breeze through the church's open window sends shivers down my spine.

On that pier on that Caribbean night, where I couldn't find a rhyme.

Clothes fighting to stay on the line in the Benque heat, up in the pines on the men's retreat.

Now back home with the car windows downed, I feel this same presence all around.

A gust of wind or a gentle breeze sifting through the hills and trees.

Some call it wind or mother nature, but I believe there's so much more there.

Back to the beginning, formless and void, a Spirit moved across the waters.

Then, out of dust, came humankind, to whom we are sons and daughters.

But not until He breathed in him did man take final form.

Cause form this breath of God, humanity was born.

Ever-present still today is this exhalation,

and it's through this breath that we find salvation.

So He sends us hints, like a gentle breeze. Oh, how often we overlook it!

But He's always there with arms wide open. Oh, come, Holy Spirit.