[Creative] Journal: Holy Ghost

Focused breathing, quiet body, quiet mind. heart in my chest, the love center, once blocked, I imagine sinews snapping, lobes parting and an emptiness. my heart is Your home and I invite Him in, I beg for His presence, dead flesh crying out for the Living inhabitant. and He loves me, so He complies. it is being reborn – a dense warmth fills my chest, knocks out my breath, spreads through my arms and torso and legs, as if my blood were on fire, but so much more miraculous and far less painful. tears flow down my face, lungs gasping air, sputtering for language impossible to match to the word of God. I am His. He is within me.