I Need Visible Signs

I return to this poem often. At times it is prayer connecting me to something greater than myself. Other times I go cold, reminded of my isolation. We believe. We doubt. We look for signs and stand in silence waiting. Veni Creator by Czeslaw Milosz Come, Holy Spirit, bending or not bending the grasses, appearing or not... Continue Reading →

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