Still and small, it is a fleeting voice
Riding on something like spirit.
Struck, it fills up the body.
The heart, finally learning to listen, beats back to life.
Your voice imparts on me a purpose.
Clear and detailed, a vision unfolds before me.
A house in which you are the Lord.
A family in prayer, carried in cupped hands.
Surrounded by angels.
A revelation of the Holy Spirit.
A person I will come to know but who I’ve only recently met.
Let this feeling never escape me.
Forever in your presence.
Keep open my heart to your path.