Resonating

Spirit of Creation, you
Fill all space as sound waves do.
Your music makes a chamber
Of my soul, resonating,
An organ-filled cathedral.
Bass pipes thunder; trebles sing.
When old spaces shrivel up,
Shrunk wineskins, crushed paper cup,
You seek new vessels to fill.
So, reverberating now,
New spaces blossom: you will
Rush in, wide wind, holy fire.
Filling, not consuming us,
With thankful joy, high desire.
Come Holy Spirit.

(from “The Last Word and the Word after That” by Brian McLaren)

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