The Spirit Does Not Shout

The Spirit Does Not Shout

(“Jesus answered, ‘The person who sows the good seed is the Son of Man.’” Matthew 13:37)

The Spirit does not shout,
she does not garner support by surrounding herself with sycophants.
She is agrarian, sowing seed like the Son of Man.
She does not make demands, does not insist your property
be remanded in some sort of trade for later projects without
your permission.
Her position is always within and without, her invitation
can be heard in the ways the leaves rustle in the freshening wind.

The Son walks softly,
he does not break the broken reeds and leaves the flickering wicks
to find their light again.
He is domestic, but untamable. He is accepting and oh
so
challenging. He invites every lonesome wayfarer,
he picks up the fallen braves who were called cowards
for all their fighting. He wields a sword full of words
planted in the fields prepared by quiet meditation.

They do not shout, the Father does not condemn,
they do not schedule rallies to rile up the red-hatted minions.
They tell the truth, the truth is love, and faith is expressed through love,
and so is
missed
by some who only want noise and accusations. They prefer gunshots
to the light touch of divine inspiration that lies before them in the
fields gold and ready for harvest.

Through the cycles of suns and setting,
of births and dying,
of beginning and ending,
are the voices that speak like velvet to the
fainting hearts and hammers to the pious folks
who will not give up their seats.

The Spirit does not shout,
so be silent, let go, and leave the puffery behind