My Holy Spirit

I believe the Holy Spirit is a comforter, counselor, advocate, minister and spirit of truth.
John 14:15-18
14:26
15:26
16:5-16

I believe that even God can’t know himself without his Holy Spirit.
So why would we symbolize Him as a bird, and more specifically as a dove?

Doves are the sheep of the bird world: gentle followers;
Devoted to their mates, for life; nesting in beaks;
Docile in sacrifice, roaming freely in clouds;
Glimmering silver and gold against the peaks.

Devoted to their mates, for life; nesting in beaks;
Loyal nurturers to young and to weak;
The patient, proud parents we seek.

Docile in sacrifice, roaming freely in clouds;
Transporting, transforming, ne’er loud.
But swiftly swelling, quiet and proud.

Glimmering silver and gold against the peaks;
Dazzling light, prism’s plumage;
Other worldly, other person, other lover!

Hawk Comes Next

Sue Delp’s Peace Dove

I’d love to illustrate this poem in the shape of a hawk.
Meghan Starling
November 13, 2012 @ 11:37 pm

FALCON
Hey up there,
Falcon or Hawk or something bigger than a Jay.
City-scape observer on your telephone-wire perch,
Balancing fearless though currents rush your feet and
Highway breeze blasts your feathers.
Taking the truck exhaust slap-in-the-face like a sailor manning his bow,
Breathing rocking seas and misty horizons into lifeblood.
Hey you brazen daylight hunter,
How dare you catch a creature from my yard,
Swoop down unnoticed
While we clatter,
Frolicking toddler and hose-spraying and big dog
That could eat you if she knew how.
Stop eyeing us sideways and looking down
You smart thing,
You smirking piece of regal talent.