by Barbara Quintiliano
April 2020
The Spirit always whispers
never shouts
and soothes us like a child’s
first lisping words
The
Spirit’s never despotic
but always subtly
suggestive
disposing us toward
our higher aspirations
The
Spirit never leaves us
stranded
but hovers like a
sparrow
bringing a breath of hope
Barbara, a beautiful piece here. Love all the “s” assonance throughout, like the poem is a whisper itself. You even made the word ‘despotic’ sound lovely!
“but hovers like a sparrow” – just beautiful.
Thanks for sharing this lovely piece, and I agree with the sentiment!
Thanks for the feedback, Carol! Hope you’re feeling better and that we’ll see you (virtually, of course) soon.
Barbara