Beyond the Holy Ghost

by Gary Sackett

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Photo by Gary Sackett

Clay sculpture molded in the night,

being perfect was not its goal.

To be the one to know its maker.

The canvas was blank, but a THOUGHT, now hangs in someones loft.

Note flat, then sharp, pencil to paper, playing a symphony.

Framed by the fingers, then the lens, burned, etched on film.

Slab cold and distant, knocked around, gleaming pride, chiseled.

Toes bend, backs too, music to the muscles, to where it goes.

Thinking, ink on page, words exquisite, unique, alive.

Angels high and low, magic human chord.

One of many gifts and talents abound, if we allow.

BEAUTY

so deep, inside and out.

CONTEMPLATION,

REALIZATION,

eases the

MIND.

CONNECTION

looked for, always found.

Through deeper,

KNOWLEDGE,

harder to show.

Personal, one on one, 

the

DIVINE.

LISTENING

to

WHISPERS.

INSPIRED

INTUITION,

is,

BELIEVING.

SHARING,

only the pulse, the vein, the artery, the one,

BEYOND

the

HOLY GHOST

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