I went to pray with a friend.
And I sat there, eyes closed, and felt the familiar
Vertigo, and felt
My hand grow heavy and hot,
My fingers go numb.
I suspect that those perceptions
Poke through to what is really happening
In the unseen realm.
This time, for the first time, for a short time,
I longed to exhale entirely,
To breathe the Holy Spirit’s truth out,
And I sucked in air raggedly, deeply.
And though I am thankful for the sensations,
So that I feel like I am actively involved,
It makes me feel broken that I need them.
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