As you enter His sabbath rest, encounter the Holy Spirit throught the words of this lovely poem.  May you be swept up in what is holy today. Saturated in his goodness.  For the hard, desolate places; the areas that feel like tumbleweed rolling aimlessly.  He knows.  All is beauty in Him. Rest.

Not Like a Dove

by

Mary F. Pratt

 

Come Holy Spirit, come

like a red eft creeping out

from under wet leaves

crossing the traveled highway

at night after rain.

Come like the brown anole comes north

unexpected in bananas or limes;

like a gecko hunting roaches on a wall.

Come like Cameleon;

like Iguana still as deep green death

flittering a cloven tongue.

Come like Komodo parting the ways

with your stinking breath. Come

clear the carrion from this isle.

Come Holy Spirit

come like the Dragon remembered of old

rattling and clanking on golden wings.

Seize our treasures for your glittering hoard.

Burn away all that will burn.