New Years Day and our God in the sky

She’s female

or male

or spirit or girl

or blonde or silver colored hair

no need of clothes

too pure and perfect to spurn

but burns to purify

cleanses all the strif

and stuff of chaos

like viruses unfolding in the air

shadows on the lungs

that take our brothers to the realm of spirit

where they move with the angels and ancestors

to praise His Everlasting Glory

and her ever ready love for all creation sent by Him

Her Sacred Spirit.

Alleluia!

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!

Herring

Herring
slips through current;
patterned silver scarf
with barnacles of white sweet teeth
that bite through threads:
cutting scales
that shimmer in the wet wild water.

Herring
hung on hook
to pickle
sparkle on the cutting board
in breakfast nook
’til teeth bite clean
the scaley skin
and tongues touch tangy tendon’s
heaving herring haunches