(I was inspired by a video I watched, titled 'Long Distance Relationship'. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Hope you like it!)

Crooked teeth shy eyes
What love can do to a boy
They met in Marseilles
She said, "Hi my name is Joy."

He's her chéri, but
Time and planes are similar
They fly by quickly
Ending in a sepulchre

Old crumpled tickets
Memories of a tough love
In his chest pocket
She's all he ever thought of

Augustine calls the Holy Spirit “The quiet guest of our soul.”

St. Augustine in his quote beautifully describes the identity of the Holy Spirit. It is this image of guest that I am going to explain in a yet deeper form. I will begin by presenting to you three examples of three guests, for it is as a guest that St. Augustine describes the Holy Spirit. Then I will describe how the Holy Spirit occupies our souls using my three examples.

A nature of sin, a soiled soul,

A people hostile against their God.

The relationship He initiated is broken,

Their unholiness requires a rod.

Their sin deserved His immense wrath,

For His perfection could not be near
Their dirt and filth

Demanded the death of all this earthly sphere.

The altar, stained with blood.

An animal’s death was required,

The shedding of blood for forgiveness.

Undefined Lines
Unclear Distinction
The things familiar
Stripped away

Blurred Views
Tainted Mind
Confusion Surrounding

Nothing is certain
Everything corrupted
Thoughts affected
Heart torn

Mystification known
Feelings shown
Hostility displayed
Faults exhibited

Blame untaken
Problems unclaimed
Hurt conveyed
Unfixed, it stays

The familiar is gone
Unfound, Undiscovered
The known has vanished,
No longer remaining

1.
It is a cool, lazy Thursday afternoon and I am cleaning stalls while waiting for my three o’clock lesson to arrive. On one of my many journeys to and from the shavings shed, I pause a while outside the back pasture. Sitting on my comfortable log, wiping my brow, I watch the horses interact as they jostle for the last of the winter hay.