On a gray, cloudy day
there is comfort in knowing
that the sun is just beyond sight,
casting light above the smooth gray cover,
sending beams through thin places to say
“I am here.”
So with the Sacred Spirit.
Seen only with eyes of
the heart, heard as a friend’s
word of comfort, touched through
the hand of the helpless.
Often unseen but always present,
filling, renewing,
life giving.
On this overcast, somber day
I know that beyond my sight
light shines and I
am content to wait for
the inevitable revealing.
I know it will come.
Shining Spirit 
May God’s light shine on you always.