And Jesus
When he had cried again with a loud voice
Gave up the Ghost
The nephesh,
The pneuma
The breath of God which had filled him to overflowing
So that God poured out of him like a mighty wind
Left
Ah, Holy Spirit
Breath of God
It makes sense to me
To think of the Presence of the Almighty as breath
It makes sense to think of it filling Jesus
Empowering
Defining
Until he was the Son of Man
God with us
But there were others who also
Who inspired Sacred Presence
Breathed it in
People who were mostly good
Abraham, Ishmael, Isaac, Jacob
People who had their issues
Ananias, Sapphira, Herod
All we are told “gave up the ghost”
Which meant, they all had it.
It was there, in Jesus and Herod
It is there in me and in you
We all, this is the mystery of life and grace
Have inspired Sacred
God is in us
As close as our breath
When we were born
God became a guest
Incarnate if you will
When we were born
We became the cradle into which Christ was born
And we carry the Sacred with us
Throughout our lives
The more open we are to that Spirit
The more we breathe God in
The more our lives are shaped by God’s presence
But all of us
From Jesus to Herod
From a person like Rosemary Carter
To the worst person you can think of
Carries the pneuma
In Spiritu
And that presence will not leave
Until our time on spaceship Earth is done
Only then
Do we give up the ghost
Today I am going to look for the “ghost”
The nephesh/pneuma of God
I am going to look for it in the wind that bends the
trees
In the frosty breath of the horses
I am going to look for it in each person I meet
Each person I see on the news
In the rise and fall of each chest
I am going to seek God
Love
Presence
And I am going to know
That as long as there is breath, there is God
And there is hope
For change, for transformation,
For goodness
For love
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