Some people think about the Holy Spirit,
what others think about a haunting ghost –
a soul without a body for a host
that makes you jump as soon as you can hear it;
what’s bad is when we want to follow near it,
we think of all the things we hate the most –
and Satan uses our mistakes to boast
in that he’s used our hate to make us fear it.
This isn’t who the Spirit is to me.
He’s not some ghost that’s creeping from the grave
and hangs my worry o’er me like a knife;
He’s the remnant of the Trinity
that wants to quicken me and make me brave,
encourage me t’embrace eternal life.
These are just some of my thoughts of the Holy Spirit expressed in an Italian Sonnet.