The Spirit of God
You alone, You who came to me like some consecrated gift, You, the high shephard of the winds for whom the night sings As silence kneels down. You alone, gatherer of the East and West bring forth Your sphere of fire And from Your glorious center anoint me, illumine me, wash me, immerse me-- You, alone.
Patricia Kelly Gangas from her 3rd book of poetry, These Places of Light