Psalm 51:10-12, "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me."
Sometimes joy is quixotically quiet
Like a quivering spring breeze
It wafts upon the skin
It tenderly caresses tiny bursting leaves
It cleanses and guides
A minstrel of subtlety
Sometimes joy is quiet.
Sometimes peace invades
Like a twenty-thousand man strong army
Its piercing, penetrating phalanx
Conquers confusion and chaos
Brokers a concord of serenity
In sudden repose
Sometimes peace invades.
Sometimes hope slithers
Like a shadow across the shore of silent sorrows
Leaving neither a trace or imprint
Yet shaping, surrounding
Sketching in thing lines
Until the semblance radiates
Sometimes hope slithers.
Sometimes the Spirit glides
Mold, encircles, and embraces
Breathing life in a dry and barren land.
Sometimes the Spirit rains,
Pours and floods
Ravaging and rebirthing.
Sometimes the Spirit glides.