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burning bush


People talk about it, write about it, sing about it, fight about it.

I see an old man sitting on a bench. Are you the Holy Spirit?
I see a woman shopping at the mall. Are you the Holy Spirit?
I see a young boy playing in the sand. Are you?

I know. It was right in front of me.
The Holy Spirit is high in the clouds.
Hi, Holy Spirit!


Robert M Wilson