A Late Answer

amywink September 5th, 2017

A Late Answer

“How do you know it’s the Holy Spirit?”

“I don’t know.”

And yet, I do
because I am standing up,
Not running,
Not falling,
braced as if at my shoulder
steadied though my voice shakes,
I do not run, I speak.

Perhaps we know
the Spirit arrives
in the feeling
that we need,
whether peace
or courage,
or righteous anger
or small kindness,

Arrives with the sound
of an owl’s wings,
a presence known
only after
listening to the
descending trill
from the far off trees,

like this late answer.

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