And he breathed on them, and said, Receive the Holy Spirit (John 20:22)
I’ve said too much.
I spoke too freely.
And I fear
I have betrayed a confidence
And, oh, of people I care about!
And I feel 
Small.
The weight of failure
Shame
Regret
Presses on me.
         * * *
And then I feel you
Breathe.
Breathe on me.
Receive the Holy Spirit, you say.
And I too breathe it in,
I let it fill me.
Pulsing waves of mercy,
Waves of love,
Waves of the mystery
That you love me.
And it overwhelms me.
Where should I stray from that love?
Never let me dream of it.
Let me live in it
Right in its waterfall.
             * * *
You breathe on me 
Until I am full of your love,
And I smile.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
Beautiful! Very vivid and intimate. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful,in time for Pentecost Sunday.