COME, HOLY SPIRIT,
companion in our waiting

wisdom in our unknowing
comfort in our grief.

Should we be groping in darkness,
may it be only your cloud
overshadowing us
to bring us to birth.

Should our hearts shrink in fear,
send your tongues of fire
to make them bold.

And when the familiar has lost its welcome,
then breathe us into your future,
and be there
waiting to embrace us.

AMEN

                                                                                  Sister Rose Hoover, rc