He Spoke Of The Holy Spirit

Today, at work, as an inbound sales consultant at a call center I recited an original poem to a customer. (At his request, of course.) We were conversing and communicating in a very friendly, but professional manner that eventually he was inclined to ask what I planned to do with my life. I was put on the spot. I mentioned my aspirations in my current career choice first but I could not deny that most important part of myself: my passion. So I told him I was a creative writer who specialized in poetry and spoken word. Unlike other individuals whom I’ve told this to in relevant conversation, he stopped and actually requested that I put my money where my mouth was so to speak. It wasn’t belittling it was more so encouraging, as if he honestly desired to hear something I’d written. I respectfully gave a noncommittal answer because I wasn’t sure what the protocol was on the matter.

I proceeded with his order and our conversation proceeded to advance to the point that he stated how impressed he was with my demeanor and the call flow. Once his order was a click away from being submitted, I said, “Well sir, do you really want to hear something I’ve written?” He confirmed so I read a snippet of something I happened to have saved to my work computer (we can do that at my job). It was a poem about poetry and people, art and artistry, and the artists who allow themselves to be consumed by the two. It was a poem written about my passion, my gift, my safe place. Once I finished the snippet, there was a pause and then he praised my work and even provided his interpretation of the poem. He agreed with a sentiment that I’d expressed through my art. He identified with a revelation that I’ve applied to my life. He praised the love I’ve put into my art, the dedication and pure stubbornness. And he appreciated that I’d shared this part of myself with him, a stranger from the south who had no clue who I was or what race or political party I claimed. Amazingly, I was able to share something so intimate with a stranger from the south whose aesthetic was suggested but unproven (as I’m sure mine may have been), whose life perspectives are unknown to me, whose convictions may very well antagonize my own. Yet, in that moment, we partook in the euphoria of artist and art appreciator, of unexpected connections, of living soul to living soul.

Then finally, the man said the thing that stunned and enamored me the most; he said, “Man I pray that the holy spirit continue to bless you.” All I could say was “Thank you, and I pray the same for you.” The strangest thing is that through our entire conversation, faith or religion never came up. However, the last line in the poem  did draw from the scripture of creation—the notion of being created in God’s image (though this is not exclusive to Christianity). I did NOT preach to him though. I did NOT lace the poem with strong convictions and verbatim scriptures. The focus was literally speaking about poems and people and how people are artists. I just happened to use this one particular metaphor that spoke of an archetypal ideal of being created in a divine image. But he still did not know what God I was speaking of. He had no idea who God was to me no more than I could identify his perception of God in a line up. Yet, he prayed something that I resonated with. He reverenced something that I have felt evolve my mind and my life. He spoke of the God in me. He spoke of the Holy Spirit. His spirit identified the Holy Spirit within me which manifested within my art, my poem. My poem, my art, is the manifestation of my gift. My gift was given to me from God, the ultimate gift of the Holy Spirit: the gift of intimacy with God, Jehovah, The Lord of Lords. The fact that my art could inspire anyone to pray blessings in the name of the Holy Spirit to a complete stranger (me) whose simply placing an order for them is humbling and astonishing to me. My faith keeps growing. My faith in God. My faith in my gift. My faith in art and people. My faith in me to wield this gift with honor and respect. Today, as they say, was a good day.

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Revelations 3-7-16

Y’all DO realize that you can leave if you are unhappy, right? That if that significant other isn’t treating you as if you’re significant and continues refusing to communicate about how you’ve been feeling, that you can disengage from that relationship? Primarily because that relationship is harming the peace that you deserve to have in your life.

You do realize that you are a whole person without another individual beside you? You are a full moon without the attentions of the sun. You rotate on your own axis. You attract the ocean. You bring both rest and unrest when night falls. You knew that, already? Didn’t you?

You do recognize that love doesn’t have to be bogged down by resentment and dishonesty? You have seen that constantly inflicting pain on a loved one can break a person? You don’t want that for yourself. You can’t. Because loving someone does not mean it’s healthy or desirable to allow yourself to be humiliated or unappreciated or mistreated by that same someone. You can love them and yourself enough to remove your head from that particular guillotine. You have to know you are powerful, you have to be. Simply because you are you. And that’s the one thing no one else can EVER be. If any particular person can’t perceive that and be moved by it then that particular person does not deserve your presence. They don’t deserve your loyalty and dedication. They don’t deserve your life. Take it back. Take back your life. It doesn’t have to be filled with hurt, negativity  and uncertainty.

Your life does not have to be draining or terrorizing or tear inducing. Not because of a man or woman in your house wreaking havoc with your sense of being. Not because of an individual who hasn’t considered your feelings in a ridiculous amount of time after you’ve cried your heart out to them explaining how their actions hurt you. Your life doesn’t have to replay these reruns. Your heart is not in syndication, there are no royalties to collect. Cancel the show. Write something new. Find a better, more gifted leading man or lady and make the show go on. Because y’all don’t have to love someone so much that you make your life harder than its already promised to be. You can stop that. No one else will.

Rakeem ‘OneVoice’ Person
UNCG Alumni
BA in Religious Studies
Minor in English