Some of you know that I occasionally write poetry. I'm pretty shy about it and don't often share my writing, but I thought I'd put one of my pieces out there for a change. It was inspired partly by my earlier reflection on the first chapter of the book of Ruth (hence the title), and partly by my imagination of the Holy Spirit as a female companion who meets us where we are. I emailed it to my mom and she said she really liked it, so I hope you all will too.
I returned to myself empty,
longing to be filled with something,
someone, for which I had no words.
She opened unto me at last
in the middle of my kitchen.
I stood there at the center of
the meeting place of grandmothers
and the great-aunts of my childhood,
as she flowed in and around me,
her spirit encompassing mine.
She had come to fill me at last.
She whose face has yet to be seen,
whose being remains beyond words
has made her embrace known to me.