I wrote the following poem several years ago. At that time and still today I tend to look upon the Holy Spirit in the feminine. Don’t know why, just feels right to me.
MY COMPANION ~
The Spirit of the Living god
is a dear sweet friend of mine.
She helps me with my human-ness
and shows me the Divine.
We’ve travelled oh so many roads
along my journey home,
And if I wander off the path,
she’s with me as I roam.
A gentle nudge is what she gives
if I should stray too far.
Some people call her conscience,
but, I know who you are!
She knows my heart is fragile
so she handles me with care.
But she’s not afraid to let me know
when I might need more prayer.
I love this constant friend of mine,
I trust in her concern.
She’s taught me all the simple truths
each human soul must learn.
I’m confident she’s leading me
in the way that I must go,
for I’ve seen the bright green pastures
where the gentle breezes blow.
I’ll always need her by my side
for that’s how it should be.
I give her all my gratitude
for the love she’s given me.
Sandy Ozanich ~ (c) 2012