Whispers Of The Spirit

Poem: Spirit I close my eyes and hear screaming deep in my spirit. I wonder what happens next. I wonder how I became so disillusioned with the spirit’s mindset. Breathing down the neck of reality. I can’t hear it. I want to hear it, but the sounds of life drown out everything that pervades my existence. The rage. The violence. The darkness. The sin. I can’t hear it. Speak to me, Spirit. Only silence. I feel its breath on my neck and hear the Spirit’s heartbeat in sync with my own. Finally, I can hear the words forming deep in my psyche. But I ignore it. I hear it. Yet still… I ignore. It roars again, deeper in my spirit, deeper in my ear. When the roar dies down, I realize it’s not him. Then I hear a faint whisper. A faint, small stream of words. I love you, and I’m with you always. I hear it. I obey. Spirit merges with my spirit, and I fall into depth. Spirit and my Spirit become one. It engulfs me. Never will I not hear it again. Poem: Two Shots. Two shots. I heard them ringing deep in my mind