Into dawn of morning
The Spirit to reveal
But in the cold and dark
Nothing did I feel
Then a gentle movement
A gift of winds’ caress
With message of purpose
Of ways for one to bless
To move dark clouds along
To help with letting go
Of giving wings a lift
The joy of dance, bestow
In ways of the unseen
Movement of the Spirit
Drawing its stirring deep
Of gifts to go and share it
Hope within the light
Compassion, love, and care
Encouragement of Word
Of finding heaven here
🔥🎆this poem helped me, lifted the spirit of truth within me.
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