Spirit
My life is but a waft
upon the wind.
With the life force
of the Lord
the dust of my being
is lifted…
a momentary breeze
swirling and shimmering
above the ageless air
Turn me around God
and I will ride willingly
beyond earthly bounds
where I belong…
in a slipstream of
limitless love.
~anand sahaja
Story:
One of my favorite poems that came from a place of such sublime joy… A friend asked me to go to a charismatic Christian gathering at a church on Wilshire Blvd. He was playing music. The service and the message and the music was wonderful. The building was a classic mid century ode to God. I chose to kneel as I prayed. It felt good, like the old days when I was a little girl in Catholic church. I was too young and didn’t quite understand what the adults were talking about. I did know that I loved the sound of the choir echoing through St. Cyril’s and loved the beautiful neo-gothic gilded statues of Mary and her gal pals. It brought me back to a time when things were simple and I realized just then… things WERE still simple. They hadn’t changed. I had. I had complicated matters with my ideas of how my life should be. And the word came to me in perfection as I scribbled them down on the tear-stained leaflet.
A friend of my friend saw the tears streaming down my face and afterwards, said to me, “You know you can join us anytime and reach those feelings again.” I heard between the lines knew he wanted me to join his somewhat cult-y Pentecostal group. I thanked him for his offer. What I had tapped into was so far beyond ‘having a friend in Jesus.’