Experiential

It happened early on, baptism

around the age of seven. Mother

spoke of a Holy Ghost:

“He just entered. Didn’t you see Him?”

It was certain to be a small wind;

but resonance

grew, and presence blossomed.

“Do you feel it? It seeps into

heart and soul.”

Grandmother was quiet: she would

just stare,

becoming something indescribable.

She shook with frequency.

It may have been her nerves.

Church was a grand event; but

something was suspicious with our

pastor. His wife passed;

and two months later he was

remarried.

Mother couldn’t tolerate

it. So church became a memory, while

Spirit became an event.

Mother would highlight certain lines

throughout the Bible.

This was part of my education.

We doubted little, and spoke “in

all things…to the glory of God.”

Years would pass, and life

would challenge faith, and the tale of

Job would become a

conundrum.

However, the Ghost was ever alive,

communing

within a heart-cave. So reality shifted

from the literal, to the

experiential.