I am in a bad mood,
Irritable, cross,
Tinder waiting for a match.
How then do I ask
For your Spirit
To inhabit
This tense habitation
Of grumpiness?
But need I hesitate?
You are a waterfall,
That can sweep away
My dust and ashes
In an instant.
You are the wild fire
That can consume
The brush and bracken in me,
The wind that can overplant my drab heart
With blood-red poppies.
Just one touch of the King
Changes everything.
Veni Sancte Spiritus.
Come Holy Spirit