On the Holy Spirit
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or upon lifting your one good eye to inspect
the faintly green expanse of field already
putting forth its late winter gauze of grasses,
you come to suspect a hushed conversation
under way, you may also find sufficient grounds
to suspect that difficult disposition
we call the Ghost, river or thread drawn through us,
which, rippled as any taut rope might be, lifts
or drops us as if riding a wave, and which fends
off, for brief duration, our dense encumberment
—this flesh and its confusions—if not completely,
if only enough that the burden be felt, just
shy of crushing us.
~Scott Cairns
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