The Ghost

Splendor
Stretched out for miles
Cupped
In the palm of
Your hand

Like sand in a bottle
Light years
Who can fathom
Light years?

You.
Word made flesh and dwelt among us
Wanton beautiful

If you want
To see the mind of God
Gaze
At the clear night
Sky
Or just
The bubble nebula

Ghost/
Holy Ghost.

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