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Thou, Holy Spirit, Thou
Unverifiable
proof of eternal life,
On gray, doomed days like these,
You turn cold, shoulder-scrunching
rain
Into daggers of desperate hope,
Filling the heads of excitable women
with rumors of resurrection.
O Spirit of the Risen Christ,
Who will not be run to earth
Or corralled by settled argument,
You raise Your beautiful head
In nature and history, math and art.
Disturbances of love proliferate
In Your resurrection wake.
Creative Spirit, beating within
the Father's breast,
Brooding over every peep of faith that hatches,
Was that You,
inspiring energy company CEO's
To go suddenly green, cooling the
global hot house,
Setting planetary health above quarterly reports,
Besting the
government in civil service?
You shock with businesslike resurrection.
Wild Fowl, Lofted and
Lone,
Ranging wide and deep and free,
Were You actually seen in church,
Leading Evangelicals into
Earth Care?
You point articulate flight feathers
To New Creation's First
Fruit,
And hover over resurrection garden.
Come Holy Storm, Breath of God,
Invite
us to join Your Easter parade
Behind our more exuberant friends
And corporate types salted with
light,
Following Your tilt toward life over death
Setting signal fires
of faith, hope and love,
Inciting resurrection.
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