She enters us not from above but from within.
The Holy Spirit does not arrive with thunder,
but like our breath, softly.
She is the insight before we speak,
the knowledge before we act,
the quiet shaping of what needs to be said.
The Holy Spirit does not descend,
she emerges in our empty spaces
like a secret we are ready to hear,
like warmth returning to cold hands,
like the comfort of a favorite melody.
She arises inside us to light our way,
waiting until we are ready,
not to lead us but to be us.
