The Holy Spirit. Poem by Edda Dr

The Holy Spirit, a force unseen,
A presence felt, yet not yet gleaned,
A guiding light, a source of hope,
In darkest hours, it helps us cope.

It moves within us, like a gentle breeze,
A whisper soft, that puts our hearts at ease,
And though we cannot see its face,
Its touch is felt in every place.

It's the voice that speaks within our hearts,
A wisdom deep, that never departs,
A counsel wise, that guides us well,
A light that shines, in darkest hell.

It fills us up, with love divine,
A force so strong, it's hard to define,
And though it's something we can't explain,
Its power moves, like a mighty train.

It's the fire that burns within our soul,
A passion strong, that makes us whole,
And though we may be battered and torn,
Its love will heal, and make us reborn.

So let us open up our hearts,
And let the Holy Spirit do its part,
For it is a force so pure and bright,
That fills our lives with love and light.