Spirit of the living God.

​Spirit of the living God.

my mind, in full rupture, unstable,
imprisoned by itself, darkness surrounds me
My God, my God, why, why, why!
Yet my soul shouts out, life support
God is within, not with holding,
but holding as mighty oak.

Holding in steadfast, gather me in
re-member me back from fragmented
body, mind, and soul.

call me beloved, if that’s what I am
whisper peace into my anxiety,
shalom me into that state of wholeness,
my scars, to tell a redemptive story,
of those once opened bloody wounds.

Spirit of the living God, full afresh on me.