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Between Shadow and Spirit

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I have been seen tracing the edges of creation
Where the fiercest of us walk and danger whispers
Through tables & caves untouched by fear.
And there, the Spirit lingers moving among
The most perilous places with a presence unshaken.

But where does the Spirit rest when the sun fades away?
If the Spirit could speak, it would tell secrets that kings and armies
could not bear. It whispers truth in silence, reveals us when the light dies,
guides us when darkness claims the night.

The Spirit fears nothing nothing., No storm, no fire, no hand
can contain its movement. So hear me now trust no mortal claim.
Even your shadow leaves you when the night grows thick.

But the Spirit does not depart It follows, it breathes, it teaches
a guide invisible, yet alive. Oceans, streams of rivers, lakes,
harbor reflections of the Spirit.

We follow, We are trailed by its eternal presence.
Mirrors whisper what the Spirit knows.
The sun bends toward it, the moon bends toward it.
Darkness itself is full of Spirited metaphors,
and every spark of light bears a trace of God’s Glory.

From the days of Moses to the flames of the burning bush
The Holy Spirit revealed the living God, and in every whisper
His Glory shone. The only Supreme God with no shadow, no trace
Yet alive in Spirit, moving, breathing, dancing through all creation.

We are not alone. We are guided, we are watched, we are held by the Spirit
that moves in ways our eyes cannot see, in ways our hearts cannot deny.

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