In the Spirit

Seeking peaceful solitude, I close my inner eye,
the one who sees all my faults and spies on all my crimes.

In the solace of retreat, my mind desires to roam.
I grasp it by a thread and shove it into my soul.

Looking without judgment, listening without disdain;
my eyes and ears are operating on a higher plane.

Silence is my reverie where I hide from my soul –
mind, will, and emotion - are the facets of its whole.

As peacefulness pervades, my spirit does unfurl.
Like a bud in spring, the petals blossom in my world.

Like the rose in bloom, turning its face towards the sun;
my spirit gazes heavenwards upon the Holy One.

Its in His glorious presence that I want to stay,
communing with my Master though not a word I say.

Copyright  © November 10, 2008 by Karen M. Crump

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