Yes, I do

Yes, I do

To my dearest Holy Spirit 
It's past 12 midnight here 
in Newcastle 
And I thought of writing to 
you, the lover of my whole.
Lovers play around joyfully. 
They lock eyes, hold hands, 
giggle, and laugh to the 
high heavens.
It begs the question, how 
did they get there in the 
first place?
To some, it's love at first 
sight
To others, it isn't 
While some cast a furtive 
glance at someone, strategizing 
and finally mustering the 
courage to speak. 
Others do not.
Yours was different, sweet 
Holy Spirit.
It was a public show of love, 
a public announcement to 
the hundreds of galaxies.
A declaration before everything 
that exists -- spirits and 
non-spirit, that I'm yours.
Your love is ineffable
Your love is sacrificial
Your love birthed life eternal 
in me
Perhaps indefinable, yet 
easily expressed.
I feel the tingle on my skin
The hairs on them, in a unison manner, straightened 
beautifully to your 
glorious presence.
Their arc movement is 
synonymous to the effect of 
the wind blowing on the 
coconut tree
I feel the warmth on my skin
The joy in my heart is 
indescribable.
If it could leap out in human 
form, it would be my messiah 
in flesh
Oh Holy Spirit
My heart longs for deeper 
waters with you
To experience deeper level 
of relationship. 
For your love is shed abroad 
in my heart.
To unravel the mysteries of 
your love
I've decked my bed with the 
whitest of clothes
Anointed it with olive oil and 
lilies at the corners
The candles are on. 
They would make a 
beautiful reflection.
The windows are open to the 
blue ocean
I sit at the edge waiting for 
you my lover.
Come unto me.
Take me into deeper waters 
with you.
Quicken me like never before
I love you Holy Spirit. 
Yes, I do.

Majestic Bliss

If I write a thousand songs 
Sing in a thousand tongues
It does not measure a tenth 
of thousand of your beauty 
and greatness
The clearest waters, the 
smoothest mirrors do not 
show the perfect reflections 
of your glory 
The earth is full of your glory
The winds at the silence of 
the night howls your praise
Oh Father, the creator
Honour, glory and majesty 
belong to you
You reign on high over all.
And I exalt you.

Tai Falodun