The Spirit moves
In
Mysterious ways.
Rekindling, reevaluating.
Reusing this tired vessel.
Pouring
Its life force into my pores.
It radiates round about I head.
A galaxy of ideas: rich and
Great.
Forcing my heart to beat
In
Surrender.
To its guidance.
Its limits
My soul is alive to its self.
The spirit moves
And
Speaks
In dark sayings.
In parables
In testimonies
Of others.
In societies clashing
In war and in peace.
The Spirit moves…..again.
Unafraid.
Unashamed.
Undaunted.
Life begets life.
Iron sharpen th iron.
The Spirit hovers in the distance.
Arms out-streached.
One foot on the mountain.
The other
On the sea.
ALBERT WILLIAMS Reporting 