Writing Prompt #14 Write about the Holy Spirit: Fire, dove, wind, muse, pick or make up a metaphor

 The church holds the peace for us

While we are away, until we return.

The building itself hovers between heaven

And this earth.

When I crack open the front door,

I instantly exhale.

The silence and the calm

Envelope me in an invisible

Soothing embrace as

I pass by the glass doors to the sanctuary.

Colors drip in sunlight from the stained glass

Rooftop as candles and metal pieces

Stand guard

For the tiny flame

From which our blessings radiate.

This glowing fire in its glass cylinder

Is to me, the holy spirit, that we hold

Inside of ourselves.

The source of our own shining light.

~TC