The Spirit

The air was rushed around me,
In a ruffled mass.
I heard a backward move,
As I tried to pass.

Some one tried to filter in,
To move, to touch, to roll.
A power so abounding,
Had reached into my soul.

It gave to me its feeling,
A bit...of mortal pleasure.
And to my inward joy,
There was a sacred measure.

That added to the part I knew,
That came near to...earth's sod.
And circled round my very head,
From out the realms...of God.

I listened very carefully,
Upon the air...to hear it.
It held me in its very grip,
That blessed gift...in Spirit.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

(Karmen and Nicole)