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No, not a ghost, but aptly stylised as the dove, the brooding feathered presence - with a tendency from the first to spread, to hover, and then to swoop, not slow to sing, commentating, or annotating where exposition is needed - a narrator if you will, both direct or by human pen and voice, a catalyst, an expectorant, not hesitant to disrupt and prompt a change in direction, keeping our toes agile, challenging our stale agendas. Not a ghost out of sight that we might pass through oblivious, but a bright presence, ready to swoop in at a moment's notice. The most Holy Spirit.
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
Holy Ghost
No, not a ghost, but aptly stylised as the dove, the brooding feathered presence - with a tendency from the first to spread, to hover, and then to swoop, not slow to sing, commentating, or annotating where exposition is needed - a narrator if you will, both direct or by human pen and voice, a catalyst, an expectorant, not hesitant to disrupt and prompt a change in direction, keeping our toes agile, challenging our stale agendas. Not a ghost out of sight that we might pass through oblivious, but a bright presence, ready to swoop in at a moment's notice. The most Holy Spirit.
One of the three - God's ever presence.
stevejeff
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
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