Come Holy Spirit

I sat in the rocking chair
scent of roses fill the air
hummingbirds flit from bloom to bloom
soft insect sounds sing me to sleep

softly, so softly, the spirit comes
I am here, creator speak
in my heart I hear your whispers
You sing me into being

Ruth Jewell, ©March 5, 2020
Photo: The Guardian of the Woods

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