I wrote this poem after feeling such immense love directed towards me after I had woken up the other day. I hope you enjoy and experience the same love in increasing measure.
Playful Spirit by David Ello
Oh, to be roused
by the One who creates with a whisper,
that wonderful Spirit of Winter wooing,
laughing at the child's bedside
anticipating an ambush of Joy to be sprung!
Arms flung wide
and always ready
to embrace the ones who will soon awake,
who is this God that longs to play,
who dotes upon a speck of dust?
Jesus, Spirit, Perfect Father,
three-in-one and One in Three,
beckon me to company,
since I'm in you, and you're in We.
I saw them carrying the glorious liquid in vessels of varying shapes and sizes. They flocked from all over, joining as one at the river bridge to pour out their beloved beverage. Chai filled the water, an aromatic torrent bubbling milky brown and sweet, flowing outward, growing, for all to see and drink. Soon, a mass of inquisitive mugs gathered at the river banks to taste and see Jesus, pouring out his life.
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Saturday, December 14, 2013
Playful Spirit
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