Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

    Old Spirit, in and beyond me,     Keep and extend me. Amid strangers,   Friends, great trees and big seas breaking, Let love move me. Let me hear the whole music, See clear, reach deep, Open me to find due words, That I may shape them to the ploughshares of my own making. After such luck, however late, give me to give to the oldest dance....then to good sleep, and - if it happens - good waking.                  

 Effortlessly love flows from God into man Like a bird who rivers the air Without moving her wings. Thus we move in the divine world. One in body and soul Though outwardly different in form. As the source strikes the note, Humanity sings. The holy spirit is the harpist, And all strings Touched in love Must sound.

 "Hope" is the thing with feathers -  That perches in the soul - And sings a tune without the words - And never stops- at all - And sweetest - in the Gale is heard - And sore must be the storm- That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.