Poem about Spirit
by Chris Roe
SPIRITKeeper of the morning light, Guardian of the flame, White knight of my soul. Given at the beginning, As a last defence, At the centre of life. Never beaten or destroyed, Never taken or confined, Never traded or lost. And shared only For love. Move to Holy Spirit Prayer. Move to read about a book of poems about uniting our doubting mind with our spirit by the author of this website. |
