The Holy Spirit - Poem by Adeyemi Joshua
A waiting maiden in the room,
Specifically adorned for the groom.
Her dazzling beauty and it sorts,
Did with all demons fought.
A translator of diverse tongues,
The deliverer of crippled lungs.
The lover animates quest to have,
But of which few did love serve.
A warrior superior than warriors,
One who dine only with honours.
What indeed will i tag you?
A spirit, a maiden or an healing pool?
...............Thou have unveiled-if to no one- but me secrets.
..............Oh! Thou the Holy Spirit.
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