Christmas is About God's Faithfulness
I wrote this poem on Ascension Sunday. Truly inspired by the Holy Spirit and reflective of my Easter journey with the Lord and the places spiritually He led me to.
She holds His heart as He ascends to Heaven
Reaching her hands up to be taken with Him
As she stands watching this glorious sight.
If only I could be with my Lord, she says.
Forever in eternity gazing at Him,
Beyond the confusion, toil and suffering of this world.
But as she holds His heart, His Spirit comes and enfolds her.
Washes over her.
Cleanses her.
Heals her wounds.
Enlightens her mind.
Draws her closer.
Empowers her.
Gifts her with spiritual riches.
She senses that the Spirit is enough for now,
Just enough to carry her through these years to eternity with Him.
Just enough to give her living hope.
For deep inside she has learned the beautiful truths of Ascension and Pentecost
That His heart is in her heart,
His Spirit alive in her.
It will keep her close to Him and bring forth every good fruit
As she becomes a builder of His kingdom on earth
And shares His heart with the world.