November 9, 2015
The Spirit
No greater feeling can one feel
At a meal or a deal
Or even at a gathering--
Whether for family, friends, or a special ring--
No greater feeling can one feel
Than the Holy Spirit saying: "That's real!"
At a meal or a deal
Or even at a gathering--
Whether for family, friends, or a special ring--
No greater feeling can one feel
Than the Holy Spirit saying: "That's real!"
You are sitting in the sacrament.
The blessing's done, the bread is sent.
As it comes, you see, before your eyes
Christ in a garden, where he cries,
And as in Gethsemane you see him kneel
You hear the spirit: "That right there is real!"
Perhaps instead you read a book
Of prophets, and people who did look
To them for guidance in a troubling world
And as you think of those words unfurled
You wonder if it's true, and feel
The Holy Ghost whispering: "Yes, that's real."
As you kneel in prayer at night,
The coming sleep you struggle to fight,
You seek The Father's council in life,
Full of stress and growing strife.
Then not an answer, but love--you feel
The Spirit say: "More than life, that love is real!"
Then one day for the Father you work.
Serving others, you never shirk.
The time is hard, your body tired
But as you love, you feel a fire--
A warmth which has no earthly source--
And then the Spirit: "That's real, of course."
And what's more, you endeavor to give
To others the spirit as long as you live,
But most can't seem to feel that spirit.
Or even worse, they seem to fear it!
Except for that one who comes up to you
And says:"You're right! That's real, that's true!"
And the Spirit echoes what they said to you.
And then one day you then behold
A beauty that won't diminish when old,
A power in heart and mind and soul,
You convince to live with your imperfect whole!
And at that moment when together you are sealed
Then the Spirit almost shouts: "O what wonders are real!"
And then such a union bears a result
And after the cheeks are covered in salt
Arrives a young child for whom you now care!
You feel great love for this burden you bear.
And know that, though hard, there's no greater source
Of happiness in your earthly course.
The Spirit?
"The birth of a soul, and how you now feel
Are things which are truly, in this life, most real."
Then one day a cherished loved one
Closes their eyes for the last time; they're gone.
What sadness this brings! But then, what peace
You receive as you know they don't cease:
Their spirit's awake, though their body's asleep
And the Spirit speaks: "This real knowledge, always keep."
Now at some date maybe I'll see,
When from this life I'm finally free,
That friend that never could show his face
But always spoke with heavenly grace.
And he will tell me with all power:
"So much in life was like a flower.
For a small time it is beautiful there
And then it's gone without a care:
Having money, winning games,
Climbing higher, wordly gains,
The joy of disobedience,
The power that comes from anger and malice,
And all things that of the world were,
Only seemed real while you were there.
But I did tell you in all my ways
What was real, in all your days."
And then to him, I will reply;
With all my spirit, I will cry:
"A better friend I never had!
You comforted when I was sad,
You helped me when I studied Christ,
You showed me all my sin and vice,
You spoke to me of what was true
And counseled me in all I'd do!
But the thing you never spoke to me
Was of that which I could never see:
The greatest thing I did ever feel
Was that you, my friend, you were real!"
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