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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.


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