Pray, Descend Holy Spirit

When still Sacramentally separated from the Church, but on the return, I penned a poem decrying injustices against second families (of divorce).  So certain God “understood,” if not agreed,  I had the audacity to ask him for the words to express what I considered injustices. Yet, as I grasped in vain for a “close” to the poem, the  Holy Spirit poured forth in the last lines, most clearly, that I was not the “wronged” party, but the one who had betrayed Love and assailed innocence.     

 
Pray, Sunrise (original title)

Pray, Descend Holy Spirit (renamed)

As sun descends to sleep, 

twilight streaks our eyes do meet;

Entrapped by anguish, caught between

two mortal worlds, poorly sculpted.

Here the fire in the elder souls did cease,

knowing beyond tired hand’s reach

lay forsaken innocents, bitterly assaulted.

To the heavens bellowed a cry:

From where will the light arise

To express this breech bored by lies?

 
(Here I was stuck; an extended frustrated quiet followed, and I entreated God’s assistance.  No further insights and then…He answered…I believe… with the words of the Holy Spirit, descending…)

 
Whispered gentle voice, crushed by sorrow,

“Loveless fool, who denied my Name, 

Pray fickle heart, which doused Truth’s flame,

Humbly mends spirit’s wick, ere kindling morrow!