Lizzy Burnam 🐞

This is how the Spirit pleads: 
in flashing lines of poetry 

When prose is paved with only greed 
and moves as slow as centipede

The Spirit always antecedes
the noise that clogs your social feed 

No pinot grape nor poppy seed 
can drown the message you’ll receive 

Believe me this: the Spirit knows 
your need is deep, your scars aglow

With blue light burning from your phone 
the Spirit blazes to bestow 

The slag of self as embryo 
The symmetry of high for low 

So scrap the stale tableaux vivant 
Be more than cyber dilettante

The Spirit wants you to uphold 
the wisdom of the marigolds 

Remember that the rosary 
is not just random knots and beads 

For some, it’s fine to pray with rhyme
for Spirit speaks in metered lines