Whispering Spirit

There is a whispering spirit,
I hear it very well.
My mind is open to receive,
To what it has to tell.

Encircling all around me,
Is a soft and gentle feel.
Little pressing gestures,
Makes it...O so real.

It fills me with elation,
And whispers in my ear.
He has no form of body,
But I know that he is near.

He uses little promptings,
That beckon's me along.
To hinder him from acting,
Would be so very wrong.

Those little righteous notions,
In my thoughts are firmly pressed.
He touches not my vision,
But leaves a burning breast.


E.P. 1908 - 1989