Spirit Musings

“You are my Son, the Beloved,”
the Spirit proclaimed.
Affirmation descended
in the shape of a dove.
Love existed
in human form.

“You are my child, the Beloved,”
the Spirit murmurs.
Reassurance washing over me
in moments of joy.
Sustenance seeping into me
in periods of despair.

“Each person you meet is my child, the Beloved,”
the Spirit reminds.
Blessing flowing around me
in the faces of loved ones.
Challenge beckoning to me
in the cries of those in need.

~Sally Hoelscher