To know the Holy Spirit, is to begin to know a friend. When we make a friend, what do we do? We invite, we speak, we spend time together. The depiction of him as a mysterious white dove floating out of the sky signifies his readiness, speed and the ardor of gentle Love coming to us, in a true purity of his own. I have learned to just talk to him, to ask, to let him be a friend, to let him see and share the good, the bad and the ugly. So in anticipation of Pentecost, I share a prayer of my own penned a few years ago:
“Come Holy Spirit! You are the Friend whom I most need now…to sort the raging tempest abounding, to touch and treat the tender wound, to soften rocky harshness, to break the fears that bind me in – to free the one made for His freedom – to push the wayward on my road, to set my sights divinely higher, to forge a heart of purest gold. Come, come Holy One, Holy Friend and always – Welcome Guest!”
Heidi thank you for this beautiful reflection!!! Especially the prayer at the end!!!